Behold Thy Mother

Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene.

When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son!

Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home. —John 19: 25 – 27 (KJV)

Benevolence

Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment. —John 12:3 (KJV)

And behold a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment,

And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment. —Luke 7: 37- 38 (KJV)

Longing Soul

Oh, beautiful Angel, see the state of my longing soul and the immensity of my sorrow — release me from the desolation of today and the despair of tomorrow. Descend upon me lovingly so the shelter and comfort of your wings I can borrow. Let me abide with you and sleep peacefully as you watch over me. Sing to me sweet songs that only the heavens know. Whisper words that are beautiful and celestial. Extract the many teardrops of my pain and turn them into calming midnight rain. Embrace me as a mother with a newborn child bonding lovingly after the pain. Let me be reborn in your light at night, and in the morning, kiss me in my slumber before you take flight. Touch my eyes, and illuminate my sight. Allow my head to rest in the valley of your breasts; the magnificence of your immortal heartbeat being the source of my warmth and my rest. Leave with me many strands of your hair so with a piece of heaven, I can dry my often falling tears when I am in distress; I will reach for you, Angel, and the healing balm of your caress. 

Love is the chorus of you. You are a song with angelic verses beautiful. You are a storm — your rain is warm and sensual. You are my calm; the rapture of you is so fucking wonderful. The vastness of the love you hold is immeasurable. The secret depths of your soul are more precious than refined gold. Diamonds are your eyes; your lips are more supple and sweet than raw honey poured over the sweetest peach. Your smile is the glory of infinite starlight. You are heaven within my reach. 

Doctrine of War

May my enemies tremble before me in fear. Let my hands and the iron of my weapons be strengthened with the vengeance of my tears. May the mighty archangels bestow upon my head the golden crown of warfare. Let my adversaries vacate their fractured thrones with regretful wails and heavy tears. May their false bravery and cowardly hearts fail them when they witness the hellfire of my stare. May my mighty sword swiftly strike them with the ghostly sounds of wailing winds. May their names and history be stricken from the record and never be spoken again. If I fall in battle, to hell I will take them; let my blood be upon them and the legacy of my name be forever unbroken. When night falls silent, let my enemies lament in torment knowing that I will come for them. When I am no more, through the fierceness of the hearts of the woman that I love and my offspring, I will rise again.

Let the falling tears of my sorrow permeate fertile soil where into roses they will one day grow. Let the song of my heart be the whispers of ascending angels. Let the stills of my life’s movie be framed and hung in heaven’s halls so that my mother can see me again. May my detractors tremble in their dreams when they see me in glory bearing sword and shield wielding prodigious power in the center of a fiery wheel. May the archangels lift me up when hell’s torment seeks to destroy me unmercifully and utterly. In my slumber let love be my constant whisper. May the nurturing nature and beautiful essence of women be honored. May light rain wash away the tears of my pain. May any obstacles be decimated on the path of vanquishment and radiance that I have claimed. When I am reborn, let them know me by another name. May I conquer forever, and may nothing again be the same.

Central Park Nights

New York City lights illuminate the vastness of lush greenery adjacent to towering buildings on New York City nights. Flowers appear to dance in summer breezes on beautiful Manhattan evenings. It does not take a lot of money for one to express themselves lovingly with Moscato, wine flutes, sandwiches and fresh fruit under a sprawling Central Park tree. A late afternoon picnic that ends with a passionate kiss is always sweet bliss. The beauty of nature is taken in, but one could also marvel at the architecture of 5th avenue buildings. There is an air of mystery as to who in that very moment could be viewing the park from exquisite penthouses in the distance. You could explore the park for hours and still not witness the fullness of its true beauty. It is the jewel of the city, where in the winter, snow almost seems magical when it falls on the Great Lawn softly. If only for a a few seconds, close your eyes and breathe deeply — feel the expanse of nature as far as the eyes can see. The harmony of Central Park’s wondrous botany that brings serenity and the concrete, steel, glass and grind of the city that envelopes it sometimes makes it seem otherworldly. The eco system of the whole thing is like new offspring resting in the safety of a mother’s bosom — with every breath, her chest is felt falling and rising. From afar, look over beautiful trees to see the city’s horizon.