Thursday, August 16, 2007

My dearest God,

We sang your songs, the music and lyrics coming together from on high. Who could have imagined? Holy words, holy music. Sacred sounds of heaven.

Holy Week, 2007, seven days...remembering. I was especially caught up in the divine fabric those days and I wrote about it. My letters to you. I felt a holy wind breathing upon me as I wrote the language of love.

And then I got a call. "I've put your poems, prayers to music." His voice told me. "What?" I asked. "I've written music for your Holy Week prayers." Rene told me. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't remember what I had written. In fact my letters to you never stick with me. They come in and flow out. They're not my own words really. Yes, I do write them. But when I sit down before the computer and draw in breath, I know whose breath breathes on me as I write my tales of sacred mystery.

Rene came with his guitar, then sat down to sing for me what he entitled "Dear God -Resurrection Psalms." I like the title! One song after another, I listened, smiled, sang. Janice did too. I was overwhelmed with inner and outer joy, even the joy coming from you, filling the room. I didn't even remember the words, I just knew the source from which they came.

A labor in divine love occurs when people come together to celebrate what you are doing in our lives. We were laboring, that's for sure, laboring in the great sacred vineyard, giving birth to more of your spirit, filling the air with sacred sound.

I remember several years ago being asked by a perfect stranger to perform a wedding in Michigan for a couple who lived in Hollywood, California and parents who lived in Ohio and Indiana. They wanted to be married in a vineyard. Loving creativity I jumped at the chance. I did say I would have to do premarital counseling here in Indiana. They agreed after we did an interview over the phone. We all clicked, creative thought sparking from an actress, and two artists. (Most days I consider myself a sacred artist)

We planned a wedding in the round in a field a few yards from the vineyard. A winding twig archway made by the groom, we participants wrote prayer notes (my idea from a friend's wedding) and tied them with ribbons, placing them on the archway. Everything from entrance to music to vows and readings, I conducted the wedding as the breezes blew, the bride's simple white dress softly billowing in the sacred wind. The emotion of the day resembled the feelings that emerged as we sang songs in my study this afternoon. Two events tied together by a simple strand of divine love.

I am enthralled by the sacred mysteries of life. I know there is more than human living. I know you are part of every living thing. I know the wind that blows is not just a physical manifestation of earth's resources. I know the sound of angels singing, of saints footsteps. I know creativity rises up from an eternal source. Today I sang with angels, walked with saints, danced with the God of the Cosmos.

This is all an appartus of faith, a pathway to the divine. Leaving an openness in one's heart and soul can allow an infinite variety of experiences with the Sacred Holy One. And once God steps inside, oh my goodness, be prepared for an explosion of Spirit. No one can predict what will happen. Ecstasy on a spiritual level is found to take place.

Great Creative God,
the prints of your hand and feet
are all around me.
I see them,
feel them,
know them.
I know
the sacred breeze
when it blows.
At least
most of the time.
When it sweeps
across me,
my soul
awakens,
giving life
to the newness
of this moment's faith.
I breathe
in and out,
out and in
and every vessel and corpuscule
draws in sacred energy.
This is life,
real life.
Not just what happens
in surface living.
This is life
lived in the deep.
My heart and soul
dance for you
today.

Love always, Andrea