Mother Divine

I am like the unknown lady who bled for twelve years And was healed by a mere touch of your robe. How she must have suffered is known only to her. How she was healed is known only to you. Where she went after that is not known to anybody. She had only heard you preach.  Her need was so great  She dared to touch your robe without permission. She was scared and she trembled. She was honest and did not hide when you called. " Someone touched Me; I know that power has gone out from Me" She was not reprimanded. Instead, Rabbi, You told her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace". Have you called anybody else "Daughter" ? This nameless believer was blessed with that fond title. Faith can move mountains.  It can also heal.  It can also raise people from the dead. I pray to you, Rabbi And I dare to touch the unseen hem of your robe For my soul has bled for eons. I pray to you, Rabbi Not for myself. I pray to you ...

Dear Mother, I have no idea where you are leading me. I ask no questions. Surely you know what you are doing. Surely you realize what this is doing to me. Abruptly and with no warning you changed my course away from all the Trinities. I am confused. But I suppose that is the idea. You made me listen to a voice which I remember from the dim silence of that which is past. The richness of that voice filled me with tears. Because it brought back memories of so much I had forgotten in lives ready lived. The same voice which cried in despair "Eli, Eli..." (Psalm 22:1-2), (Matthew 27:46), (Mark 15:34). Is this part of what you wanted me to write about?  Not about the Eli, but about my brother whose heart breaking lament reverberates through the eons. You told me to start with the second coming. To ask :what is the second coming ? To go past what I have read and listened to. Unlike what I had thought it was like all this time until now.The parent tribe waited so many centuries for...