SUNDAY HEALING

Monastery of Saint Anthony, Egypt Français : L...

Monastery of Saint Anthony, Egypt Français : Le monastère Saint-Antoine, en Égypte. Nederlands: Het klooster van Sint-Antonius, in Egypte. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There was a pew into which I sat with a red missal in my lap

It lay open in my hands to the readings

The holy Anthony at my side, I found myself in a subtle place

At first there were the usual entreaties to God in my chattering mind

Then there were only words from the source

These:  Love, faith, hope, peace

My hands were a vessel into which they poured

And after a while I couldn’t feel them any more

I had only an awareness of self

I would have visited for a longer time

Had a tear not emerged from the inner recesses of my right eye

To explode down my cheek

It willed me to open that eye, to look for something to wipe it with

And only then did I realise how far I had gone into silence

Into that space which is short of me and the other –

And I noticed my book, still weightless

in the palms of my hands still open for more –

But the mass had ended.

© Millicent Danker
30 September 2012

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