January 5, 2007. Alice Linsley, in a mediation on the Epiphany(below), wrote this:
"I had the following dream, unlike my usual dreams, which are narrative. This dream was iconic.
I stood beneath a dark vault of sky and suddenly a huge star shot from the east and shone immediately over the center and I heard a voice say, "I am the Light in the tabernacle." Then the sky changed to the Virgin's pregnant belly where a ball of fire spun and I heard: "I am the Fire that does not consume the Virgin's vault."
Wow! Lord, have mercy on me."
Her words stirred something very deep, and a poem had to come.
Light and Fire and Fleshly Vault
- A Star!
A light blazing on high!
A radiance dimming every light,
in the brightness of its shining,
and lighting every darkness lurking
in the shadows of a sinful world.
Resounding through the heavens,
and the fullness of the Presence:
“I am the Light
of the Tabernacle
of the Most High!”
A Mother swollen with the holy Fire,
the Fire that burns away the ugly sin,
destroys the work of fallen angels,
and takes flesh.
“I am the Fire,” says he,
“that does not consume
what I have ordained.”
“That does not consume,” says He,
the holy Virgin’s vault,
but takes its flesh to be My own.”
And God said, “Let there be Light!”
And there was Light.”
- ------------ed pacht