Deliverance

Within my body is life from love, and love in love.
My son grows, a full bouquet of White Roses quickens
while shrouded within my sealed tabernacle.
Thorns tender and young, unbristled in his fortress.

Soon is the harvest of my unseen flowers, he stirs.
The closed buds splitting, hints pure white petals.
I am complete, he is half of me, in my fulfillment.
Radiance blinds me to myself at my becoming.

The day of reaping is upon me, in my delight I
surrender to the unknown, anticipation, wonder.
Healing hands upon my fragile body,
My mother’s empty womb aches in its memory of me.

I give him to the world, lifted from my agony.
He is a full spray of life, my half. Where is he?
Cavernous and void my corpse deflates, and
wine of life pours away from the slaughter.

Sister of Eve, I inherit her pain. Terror.
The sanguine ocean of blood on blood, odour of murther.
Flagrum, lance, and nail mock the broken healing hands,
Fists of malice mangles, eviscerates, and cackles.

The altar of life transformed, now profane,
Hope inside the horror as I fade. Where is he?
My body for his small body. I sacrifice. I Ransom.
At peace with my giving. I see him. I surrender.

Unction in blood, sacred oil atop my brow.
Grasped the hem of my Savior’s robe.
Gasped my last, it is finished.
My heart stops. I depart the dungeon.

Remnant blood in my heart and blood in my eyes,
I die. Heaven awaits. I die. Heaven beckons me. I die.
In and out of life, in and out of afterlife.
Enter the tomb.

In sleep, the place of no memory, I purify, un-alive yet alive.
Near heaven I dwell with angels and feel their glory.
Into my perfected body I enter without knowing. Two days.
Aglow I touch my loving God. He kisses me. I am forgiven.

My fiery spirit flees the face of my perfected form.
Scorched and empty it awaits my happy return.
Wine and water pours into my broken body, from His side.
Gift of forgetting of its journey, my spirit returns, I wake.

My ghost left and returned purified from the grave.
With the Grace of heaven, I see my waiting Mother.
My happiness of my motherhood and my mother.
I am born in flesh again, touched by my God.

White Roses blossomed, with his thorns.
He nourishes me. I see him with my perfected eyes.
My body is now transformed and yet to be transformed.
Renewed in a new labor from my healing hands.