Passing over


crown of tree and sky

Passing Over

Weep not at the cross for in Joy you come.

To see the passing, to see Me passing,

into the new.

When you too are fulfilled,

and your sight is true

and your heart is at one

and your mind steady and calm

Then receive that gift,

that great glorious gift

of transformation,

of initiation,

into which no death can die.

A transformation to which we aspire

Without quite knowing,

But with quiet longing.

A longing that can break our hearts wide open,

to receive thee, in trust,

without Knowing the holiest of your names.

In love,

in blind,

in passing

In passing over

that glorious Joyful passing over

Into Your Love.


Good Friday 2008 © Lysanne Sizoo

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