In a Shady Room… (shortened version 2024)

In a shady room

the curtains

untied usher in

a cool breeze, and a ray

of light—

I smile, and hum

a little tune…

Moments of stillness are

miracles in themselves!

What is less or more?

poem: Mary of Magdala

MARY OF MAGDALA

With tears flowing, in meekness Mary stands

Silently, face covered with her hands.

Strange, Simon the host—firm and stout,

Fails to give due respect

To his honored guest, Jesus of Nazareth,

Who “full of grace and truth,”*

Not offended, loves the Pharisee as he loves

Those who cold of heart leave love behind,

As Judas did, the moral dwarf of deceptive mien.

But Mary Magdalene, he loves

As she loves him; with a love profound

He teaches her on sacred ground

That Love is Life—(O heavenly sound!)

Mary’s love-filled devotion found

An unconditional love in him,

Which long she had anticipated—

For her to meet true love was fated.

“Sit down and hear what I have to say:

From you who have been sorely tried,

Doubt and fear will swiftly fly,

And brief will be your grief.

Trust well and love serenely,

Embrace a matter-free thought keenly,

And follow me to find the faculty

Of spiritual perception, that healing path

Called Resurrection!”

She, bearing witness to his truth, replies:

“I will not fear the darkest night,

Beloved, dearest Master!”

Forgotten were mind’s sore vexations

As morning turning bright before her eyes,

Mary, most pure of heart, not shrinking,

Beholds first the risen Christ—

He, who loved her holy, who did not blink,

Nor judge, but recognized

A love-sustaining spirituality

Within her humble soul confined.

Weeping, she hears one calling, “Mary!

Tell me: Whose shape, dearest, do you see?”

“Rabboni! From heaven’s splendid fold, clearly

I see your Christly form appearing warm, not cold.”

Upwards bend, as a bird soaring into the sky’s vaults,

The spiritual flight of thought goes on within

Love’s liberating Mind—and never halts!

*   John 1:14

--eva-maria hogrefe--

(October 24, 2009)

Hold yourself in silence and rest…

 hold yourself 

in silence and rest, 

no matter how much thunder 

in the air breaks the clouds; 

just be still, still….

2023

Rain clinging to the flowers…

 Rain clinging to the flowers—

The air drinks it in.

Were I a drop of dew,

I’d be lifted by the wind...

2021

I am a Woman…

I am a woman,

Must walk against

The wind~~~~~

I live in many places

Though my life is hidden~~~~~

In the End There is Silence…

The black darkness once … 

None obeyed the command to bend and kneel~~~ a few saw us there…

I fall on the weeds and stones,

I lie in the night air in my red clothes.

Some half-living crawl away…

I’m in my one light alone—so

Be still!

Painless I lie… … 

There in the cold beam of the moon 

I softly cry… …!

Ukraine

Ukraine 

 The prayers still hang in the misty air—

above the field and blooming sunflowers 🌻