Through an induced coma
I felt her presence.
She stood to the left of me
in all her honor, with Christ’s glory.
Her touch was mild
and warm. Loving.
There appeared with her
a warm glow, a kind of light.
Me, flat on my back –
An iron lung you might say.
And still, I kissed her
as I felt I raised her hand to my lips.
But, still, I kissed her, and
the rosary at the foot of my bed
prayed for me as my earthly mother
spared me a word, and said –
You could not have.
Your arms were strapped down
as in a cross of sorrow, for
I was at the doorstep of death.
I have wondered of these occasions.
Do they really happen?
And still, my parched lips touched
her hand in an instant
as if they had been pulled
to the warmth of her standing there.
I believe now, this mystery woman once foretold
was Mary, mother of Christ, my Protectress.
And now, as I believe, was also
her Voice of thunder heard as a teen
Who called me by name,
John. Not once, but twice.
I heard (Shamati).
The Power of God’s Voice as Woman –
These moments were as I encountered
deep within my heart, and
were required by my hurting
soul, left thirsty
gasping for the Absolute love of Christ
in what felt like, was my last breath.
I give thanks to the Holy One,
as a woman’s tender love became my truth.
And now, twenty years past, since’99 –
The spirits, of other women’s accounts
come close to my heart, women as
Rabia, Rahab, and Fatima…
All share their divine messages of Oneness –
rendering me the doorway – to a peaceful life.
And, the ecstatic encounter with God?
Whether in a deeply spirited awe
of silence, and cooperation – a divine bliss
has irrevocably swept me away, upon a
chariot of fire, I know dear One –
my life has not been destitute,
but filled with voluminous blessings
for a new kind of hope – through
the written words of my soul
sharing the experiences to render others the same hope.
We live between two dimensional windows of time, but
let us create a Third, where the angels sing,
And the glory of man, now
Becomes One with God.