Mystic or Mage? May 29th 2019

Mystic or Mage?  

Sooner than later is the realization that you are dealing 

With A Very Big Responsibility..
Too much, really, for one temporary life.

Brave Mage, your tools and your arm, 
Your will and your action need to be married in this life.

Devoted Mystic, the sublime ecstasy will only be a memory, 

And still today you must do your sadhana.

If you admit to God

Then there is a hope of Grace straddling the Abyss

Or if you see God as Wrathful

The reading is Judgement and Blood,

For blood always appeases an angry god.

Martha was distraught.

And Mary could not tear away from gazing at the Light before her

He loves them both of course

But He’s reminding Martha that it’s too much for her

And perhaps she should mend to Him.

The bigger the God 

The more precious the blood

And how can we step up to that?

Before we admit to God,  it’s the ritual we must get right

Or it all goes up in smoke and the blowback is a bitch.

After we admit, plainly,

There is not enough blood in the world to appease an angry God.

Yes? All the blood in the world cannot even appease 
The Kings of Men!

Give up the call and response which will bleed you to death.

—Only the biggest God can deal with wrath—

And let your soul lie quiet in the womb of Grace

There will be time for the work, 

Great as it is;
The Host knows to feed you.

Do what you can, Mage, because you can, and you will—but first,

Come here and gaze into the mystic, gentle, humble face of God.

And dear Mystic, Mary of God, 
May your gaze never leave the Light of the Face

Even while you are reciting the words, even while you are lighting the candle

Pouring water, making the meal, and learning to wield the tools of your trade

For the two must become one 

And your faith must be steady

Walking through the darkest Valley of Shadows

Your hand firm in the hand of Grace