Hagiosynthesis
By Martin Ryan - Wishaw, Scotland, United Kingdom - 18 February 2015
Subtly
In us
Works
The Spirit’s grace.
Not grasping,
Straining,
Or abusing,
Nor
Should we
Find that confusing:
He
Who made us
Knows
Our nature’s pace.
On a
Seedbed
Rich in willingness,
Worms of woe
Can
Break our crust;
With
Humbled,
Crumbled,
Fertile trust,
We may allow
Him
Into our mess.
The rain of pain
And
Affliction’s squall,
Can moisten
And pierce
Our shell;
To burst forth
In
Germination’s swell,
New life
Sprouting
Where death was all.
Performing
Hagiosynthesis,
The Advocate
Works with
A creator’s care;
Core-deep,
In our
Soul’s dark lair,
A delicate
And seamless
Osmosis.
Sweet
Sacramental sap,
Surging,
Coursing,
Through our
Christ-joined stem,
Enables us
To bloom
And grow like Him:
Ideal nourishment
For witnessing.
Thus
The Holy Spirit’s
Profound caress:
Laden with
The Kingdom’s
Fruits,
How He longs
To bring on
Shoots:
Faith-tall,
Hope-lush,
Ripe with loving kindness.