Sword In Stone
I leap into the sky
In my awake the wings won’t stay.
There is a face I hold in the memory of my heart
The face of life itself
And the one I love
Who draws me all these years
That which cannot be named
Remains the foundation
And the one who is named is the footing.
Anchored in it
Like a sword in a stone
Yet when wielded
It is as if the stone is anchored in the sword
This is a power beyond.
In this cycling earth
Light returns and so does warmth
In the world of experience, the same.
In the ages of God there is revelation and turning into darkness
Then, the light returns.
Never has man been so bright by his own fires
He has cauterized the earth in great flashes of power
But I know that when my love returns,
He will bring back the green
A salve for burns
A soft Wine for the heart healing
And will turn my face to nuzzle his.
In my awake I am broken, I am not shiny
But let this spirit dance for you
My heart beats for you
In the darkest valley of the shadow of death
Where there is no apparent future
Only a grim past
I still remember
You are with me,
The stone in my blade in the stone, power beyond.
This is the faith I bring: I have a high Mystery.
I am eloquent in sorrows: Make me ebullient in joy
That I may provide light and shine upon the path
A Trobairitz to the high King
Strong in confidence and fearless in my walking
Life, you are all powers
I name you Highest of all
Anchor in the Stone
which cannot be broken by men.
Lead me out of sorrows and into your jubilation
I see a Kingdom of lights unhindered by turning
Give me keys to spring locks
And music to unbind
Give me hands of healing and love
And a heart that is round and strong
Me in you
A sword in a stone
You in the One
A power beyond
The Spirit within us all
Within, the realm of Heaven
Behind the thinnest veil
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