Fall Into Place

Tender leaves
unwilling to wait
for drying or dying
before letting go;

trustingly,
they anticipate
the flow of grace;
somehow they know

that All Things
ultimately fall
into place; leaves
and love; soft and slow.

~Cheryl Anne
a late summer song

My Delight

My Beloved Yeshua
Fully God and Fully Man
Christ, the Everlasting One
Light from Light; The Great I Am

See, I lift my heart to Thee
Hear, my love becomes a song
You, the Love that sings in me
You, the Home Where I Belong

This is Where it all dissolves
Where my separate story fades
In Love’s Stillness all resolves
As Your Prefect Peace pervades

Sun within my soul burn bright
Till Christ Alone is my Delight.

~a song of love

Just You

there are times
no image
no word

less than
the Word Invisible
will do

the sacred tone
of inner groaning
longing for Love Alone

no image
no word
just You.

~Cheryl Anne

Wading

I face the east
in the morning;
breathe the golden
light into my pores;
drink its liquid warmth
with eyes still sticky
from fading dreams.

Did the Night
leave these streams
of Joy and Wonder
in my heart?
The quiet, secret gifting
of some stealthily
tiptoeing Saint,
visiting the vulnerability
of my humble bed,
where I roll slowly
like a lazy wave, whispering
a single Name, again
and again; the mantra
that just might save me.

Does everyone have
such babbling brooks within?
Wetting the rocks of reason,
filling veins with water-
turned-to-wine by
the Loving Master’s Hand;
silver-white frothy bells tinkling
tunes of obstinate grace.
Never mind the logs
and litter obscuring the path.

I raise my hands
to Heaven, and
my feet cramp
for lack of dancing.

Let the Holy Water flow;
spill out into the street,
warp the floorboards
of the house wherein I hide.
Till I wade waist-deep
in the God Who courses~
invigorating, free
Inside.

~Cheryl Anne

Woman Wading, by Francesco Spicuzza

Summer Flowers Fading

I welcome summer
flowers’ fading.
The red bird flies
with dreams of snow.
Mild thoughts of
Autumn Hours pervading,
with weary, wilting
weeks to go.

A damp and windy
Inner Calling,
a Heart that sings
sweet songs of Home.
Thin Places,
ever thinner drawing
my soul to wander
and to roam.

Someday perhaps
I may greet there,
misty mornings
at my door.
Breathing in predestined
Sweet Air,
with my Beloved,
Evermore.

I see We Two
there in the doorway,
gazing on
Fair Nature’s Face.
If Love, indeed,
We follow Your Way,
lead Us to this
Blessed Space.

I welcome summer
flowers’ dying.
I mourn not
my life’s seasons past.
Come, O Autumn
Hours’ sighing,
and JOY which shall
through Winter last.

~Cheryl Anne

 

Our Lady’s Rest

Enter into
Our Lady’s Rest;
a rest which is
also the height of glory;
lifted out of
the weight of story
into Shining Realms Above.

All earth’s sorrow
now transcending,
by Tomorrow’s
Bright Befriending;
weariness and wounds
sweet mending
in Soft Grace of
Our Lady’s Love.

~ Cheryl Anne, Feast of the Assumption of Our Lady

The Assumption of Mary by Tim Langenderfer