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The second book, The Beautiful Wound, continues to explore the wonders of a relationship with the Divine Heart. Together with artists Eve Hennessa, Isabel Castaneda and Roy Petersen, the author focuses on what it means to worship God. Is it an act of one-way communication, or is it a transaction of sorts that honors Him and transforms us in the end?
Featured below are sample writings from each of the books.
Images and Intimacy
The Beautiful Wound
who could abide such Presence?
when His feet and hands meet soil and skin
how can they survive the shine?
harlot kisses One who dwells
between the wings of angels
lips that sold for lust and blood
now touching the core of innocence
so much sin, so much forgiveness
so, much love a friend becomes a traitor to settle on his grave
treason's lips meet faithfulness
so much malice drinks the chalice
of forbearance suffering long soldiers mock and beat the Son
but consuming wrath restains its fist
(at His command)
hands of harm and hate
against the Prince of Peace
so much pain for healing's cry yet not one meets death
in the sight of such holiness
for He holds back His fatal Hand
that love's true strength may ever stand
such as rains in sweet grace over lands
parched for want of healing
and tender roots to hold together
what lies beneath what eyes behold but cannot
penetrate beware though the flash flood that washes over fallow ground
refreshed, but deceived away from the need to drink deep
that the taste is ever enough to linger there
in vain and hollow memory for even love can be a doctrine
a dogma of lethargic souls content to speak of oceans
but relenting forever to set sail and let fly the furls nay, the taste of brine and wind combing hair in tangled fray
this is the way to capture beauty!
where risk, pent up at the bow and bending low
to dig into mountains
blue with heaven
this is the knowing of magnitude divine such is the pulse of heaven's King!
who sings and swings not on letter or paper
but bids these dry dock ships to shove off from piers
too long rotting by the lapping of tedious, decaying muse
safe
but dead in the thinking of it all so launch then and damn the fears!
this is the ocean of God's blood
though salted by countless fears
yet full and magnificent
in the fathoms of His unrelenting love