Until Our Hearts Break

image                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Veronica’s Cloth  “When saw we Thee …………?”                    Image by Author

A reference in the Gospel of Matthew 25 43 - 45  I was a stranger, and you did not invite Me in; naked, and you did not clothe Me; sick, and in prison, and you did not visit Me.’ 44:  "Then they themselves also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not take care of You?’ 45:  "Then He will answer them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’…

Until our Hearts Break

There will be no redemption until our hearts connect to the heart-break of our world. And we can learn from those in Africa, cradle of our origins, who are in touch with the horror and the embrace, forgiveness, emptying via the body and soul that brings healing.

A Rwandan talking to a western writer,(1) about his experience with western mental health and depression said: “We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave. They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better, there was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again, there was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy, there was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again. Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them.

"We had to ask them to leave."


I sob in anguish as I listen to eMarabini, a traditional Xhosa song about an orphan. The song asks: ‘Who will look after this child, for it is truly without parents?’  eMarabini can be sung with new meaning today all over the world as we collectively become orphans both literal and in our souls.  Listen with your heart and you will howl, ululate, cry for us all. 

eMarabini  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYj5y2Rj8us

The feeling behind this song is driven by a sense of hope. As it has been sung to win past struggles of apartheid and slavery, it is now sung to overcome present struggle. It captures the ‘radical wisdom’ of being as if without memory or desire: The ‘purification of memory’ and the ‘prayer of no experience’ that Constance Fitzgerald talks about in ‘From Impasse to Prophetic Hope: Crisis of Memory’.

Ukuthula which means Peace also brings about this purification of memory   It is beyond experience, peace in the face of difference which is the gift of the Holy Spirit. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNqmpQPp-ns

Other words in the song capture this Prophetic Hope in the very worst of lived experience so that it becomes the ‘prayer of no experience.’   Kulumhlaba we zono - In this (broken) world of trouble: Igazi like Jesu lin yenyez’ - The blood of Jesus flowed - so that you can have:-  Usindiso – Redemption     Ukubonga – Praise    Ukutholwa – Faith    Ukunqoba - Victory  Induduzo – Comfort

Let us take one-an(d)-other by the hand and sing our heart-break togetHer: She who holds all things in the heart of Hearts where the fire and the rose are one.

(1)  From The Moth podcast, Notes on an Exorcism.

Evolution as the Imaginal-Symbolic made Real

The Great Karoo

Evolution as the Imaginal-Symbolic made Real

A little Church in the vast emptiness of a barren land, the Karoo. Living symbol in a desolate openness is both Symbolic and Imaginal.  Just as our lives, inner reality is made Real in the world via consciousness.

Consciousness is the speaking-listening of the Universe itself: It is focal-contextual awareness. Focal awareness is Symbolic.

i am a little church (far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish) at peace with nature
—i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring, i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)”    e.e.cummings

I wrote The Magdalene Testament as living symbol to the love that transcends death. To a love for the Beloved that is both very personal and particular and is the nature of Life itself. Quick now, here, now always – A condition of complete simplicity (costing not less than everything.)

                        I halted then, and walked back down the lane,

                                     and saw – sailing through the morning mist

                       as if through time, your long-hulled ship of stone.

                                     That’s when I knew my sturdiest gift for you

                       would be to raise, in phrase on measured phrase,

                                      the small cathedral of a faith-built poem.


                    made in and out of words, and love and time.

                                      (Chris Mann: A poem to Christ near Winchester)

Mary Magdalene

imageArtist: Jennifer Mayol

Regarding Jennifer Mayol’s paintings she can be contacted on  jennifermayol@sbcglobal.net

Hebrew Slave Chorus  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2F4G5H_TTvU