Pentecost 3

“Our life is as a fire dampened,
         or as a fire shut up in store.
         Dear children, it must blaze …” 


         Burning, fiery brightness,
         Blazing from hot heaven,
         Blazing, consuming, destroying, refining
         Come, O come –
         Make ashes and smoke of all that is dead within me;
         dead wood,
         thorns of bitterness,
         mould of resentment,
         love false, dire, forgotten, faded
         like an old photograph.
         No life there.
         Burn, oh burn with living intensity,
         And fashion from the ashes and smoke
         A new life,
         Radiant with power of your brightness, –
         the warmth and strength of your mother-love
         Holding, protecting, blessing
         With the healing power
         Flowing out from you
         to the broken,
           the sorrowing,
             the afflicted,
               the poor.
O Jesus,
         All brightness,
         Flame, heat of desire
         For fullness of life
         To bless your most beloved children,
         Come to us, oh come –
         And bless us with your most precious Gift;
         May we, too, be clothed with power from on high.

My children,
         I would give you the fire from heaven,
         Poured out in armfuls of flames
         To clothe you with glorious brightness –
         New light, life, leaping,
         Dancing, colours, crackle,
         To warm and glow, and renew you
         Through and through

My beloved children,
         I would give you the power from on high,
         the water that turns to wine
         Your dullness, dreary dreaming.
         Brimful I would have you be
         As those jars at Cana,
         Spilling over,
         Bursting with new wine,
         As of the promised banquet
         That is to come.

O how I long for you to come
         And share with me,
         With my Father,
         the glory we have had together
         from the beginning,
         From before the world was made;
         This foretaste now,
         A faint shadow only
         Of the glorious banquet
         That is to be.

So take my Gift –
         It is my joy to give –
         For you to share,
         Throwing about in armfuls
         Like children splashing in the sea,
         And tell my other children
         All to come and share
         This marvellous feast with me.
         The blind indeed will have new sight,
         The lame leap with joy,
         And the tongue of the dumb 
         Shall sing my praises
         Over all the earth.

Do not hold back
         Shout it out, my glory;
Do not be afraid or ashamed 
         To tell this good, great news.

Here, receive my power from on high –
Hold out your hands, heart, mind,
         Open – Receive
         As the humble earth her seeds.
         I come to you
         Will you receive me
         In flame of power and healing love?
         Do not reject me, as before,
         Closing the door of your mind, heart;
         You did not recognise me then
         When I came to you as man,
         Carpenter, wanderer –
         Will you recognise me now
         When I come in tongues of ecstasy,

O my children,
         How I long to give you
         Such marvellous gifts.
         Open your hearts –
         I stand, longing, at your door,
         knocking, eager, waiting –
         Will you allow me entrance?