Francis concludes Chapter Ten of his book with three poems written in 2005 and 2006 which explore in verse the themes he's been exploring in previous weeks in prose. A pensive commentary today accompanied by a violin concerto by Mendelssohn.
The Heavenly Throne
I thought myself upon a cloud
Amongst all those a-journeying
To find the God I'd been taught to seek
Above this world I thought was home.
From fear of sin and illusions made
By way of making a life on Earth
Where I'd been born, a creature lost
In dreams of self, no bond with all.
From there I'd learnt to cover fear
With hopes of later finding a way
To peace and joy in this place
And heaven beyond, if I make good.
I let fear go as memory cleared
For there within, I sensed my God
Was there with love to embrace this one
Who never thought of God as close.
In return for love, I gave my troth
That I would follow along a way
To find the acts that pleased my God
Who'd done so much for little me.
Within my heart a calling came:
I must not strive so much to find
Great deeds that are but signals to me
That deeds feed ego that I put as me.
My heart told me I'm here to love
As that is what my God did for me.
My God is the One from whom I'd come
Stacked full of love, as full as can be.
Inside of me there came the thought
"What comes of God has a nature as God".
If God is Love and I came from God,
My essence must be, that I'm Love too.
The idea of mine that I am self
Apart from God and others too
I find not true for from God's Love
A self cannot be but one with God.
A transformation has come about
In me who came from common ideas
That told of fears that brewed and brewed
To made a life so far from whole.
Now all I have between God and me
Is not a gap that scale I can't.
For being true me is being in God.
No separate self just God inherent.
The Love that creates is Love that stays
In every way just fulfilling me.
God's Love makes me just what I am;
As Close to God as water to sea.
"Just sell your stuff, and follow me":
Friend Jesus said so I did that.
Sold up my bag of illusions full
And turned to Truth, within me known.
Ideas of self as separate so
I let just go as far from truth
All thoughts of self come not from God
But spawned of fear in one felt lost.
Now in their place I find but Love
For that is all betwixt me and God.
For me to do is of no avail
To love is what I'm on about.
To wake from sleep is all I need.
This place of dreams is not at all.
On movie screen I see a lot
But at the end, it's just clean.
I am but Love, as God made me
So when in thought, I think myself
Some thing or other that is not Love
I know I'm wrong for Love made me.
This day as I go walk, it's not this world
I walk but surely now, I am in Heaven
As one with God and always will
I am true Love and nothing else.
Encountering all is a holy event
As now I see the Truth of everything.
There is but God; there is but Love.
In seeing another I'm seeing my God.
As I relate to others here
At last I'm seeing wholeness here
For when in dreams I saw one not
I awoke to know Love makes whole.
I have my being in God's Thought of me
God's Thought is Love so exist I do.
My being, set firm in the Being of Love
Exists for ever, just beaming Love.
I've got no task to stress about.
With Love my being, I can only shout
Aloud to all that we are one
As waves at sea in ocean whole.
Yes, in my past I did identify
With such and many sorry stories.
These handed over to Love divine:
Illusions gone like dust in the wind.
My status in life is not my story;
I welcome Love as part of me;
So full it is I can not but share
The Love I am must flow to all.
I go not now in search for whom
To give this Love, for here I have
The person right here in front of me,
For that's the one who needs the Love.
The Love that's mine just continues to flow
Within the Godhead that's including me.
I limit not the flow but receive as given me
To let it bless each one and all 1 meet.
Oh, why do I do that so well?
God's nature in me so full must flow.
So Love so full, no reason it needs
To burst with joy to fill the world.
Who needs be saved when none is lost?
My Love is all that need but touch
The other there who has but forgot
That they are but Love as created are.
Within me and all, the essence of God
Just flows and gushes as essential juice
Through channels of being and nourishes all
To bring all wonders of goodness and joy.
My identity with God and with all I see
Have me enlightened: a world but fit
Just one with me, and condemned not.
A tender touch is all it needs.
The things of life (have them every day),
Allow them to be, to do what good
My mind but chooses them to have.
All within my mind but dwells in God.
My being, identity I hold as one
With God; oh, where do borders lie?
The Love in God, the Love in me
Is one in One and Love limits not.
All things of Earth that come and go
Give me a way to experience One
My mind is free, awareness blooms;
When dreams are done, The One remains.
My brother, Jesus, he lived and died
To let me know that I am me
Whom God made one when One is all
There is; and dreams never cause split.
Ah, reality is One, and I am there
One "I" there is and so I Am.
In this my world I'm God who shapes
In me an expression of God Itself.
The self I thought as me and mine
Reveals an intimate and dynamic merge
Where Love is the common bond and seal
That makes and keeps existence of One.
The merge I have is here and now
I love the Self that is of God.
I am That One in all events
Of existence here. I am each One.
I am That One that is the wave
That frolics with joy on ocean grand.
I am That One who is the blooming
Of flower bright. I am the sunshine too.
Within each event and item again
I'm there, aware of the Truth I know:
Each item but shows God being it;
The event is God manifesting there.
My first state of Awareness of God
I employed to make a game of being other.
My Awareness now has power to dismiss
All games just like they never were. 2006
There he is, way up high among the tallest trees
Bird of paradise
Displaying, Fluttering, branch to lofty branch
In Creator's Love.
Feathers bright as can be, signaling to all
Heads upturned to see
Shining gold, red and brown, spread for all to see
Rugged rocks, mountain spurs spire into the sky
Ancient mountain top
Home for mosses green and lazy lizards,
Loving One is there.
Mountain side, timbered full gigantic trunks above
Below logs lie there
Mould and decay displaying mushrooms and insect life,
Divine Presence there.
Raging river so wide, tumult and roaring sound
Dragging logs galore
Boulders roll and banks collapse so full the torrent is
Expressing but Love.
The gentle stream swerving and gurgling on the go
Panning and Sluicing are allowed for all to try,
River of Love.
The beauty of flowers, birds and rock formations
All innocently flowing in Presence Divine
Projected by Love
My place in this? I ask. Mere projection? No!
Beauty seen, refreshing too, but more is there:
The facets of myself projecting joy and beauty there
Now fade to reveal
Deep within yet known: My Reality
Is Love-Alone. 2006
Just happen all the time
From, firstly, our affirmations
Of the One so sublime,
Who called us into being
With God, the Absolute:
Us; made no underling,
Divinity; no dispute.
Were, then, our acceptances
Of Jesus illuminations,
So giving of answers
To questions held within
Of self and relationship,
Of goodness and sin,
Of evil and worship.
The Jesus school is true,
That he did surely wake
To whom we are in clear view.
We are as God, and no mistake.
We, one with God, and apropos,
But one with each other.
What seemed apart is not so.
But one and not another.
As one our churches gathered,
Put aside, being united
For whom we are really.
God's Child is here,
God's presence sincere.
Our oneness no veneer.
So frequent I'm unable to count.
They without manipulations
Awakenness the only fount.
Transformation is what we make
Of what transpires
When we awake
To the reality, surprise. 2005
Image and Music Credit:
The image of the bird of paradise flower and the music track — Mendelssohn Violin Concerto, Nathan Milstein — come from a website with a series of meditations in Hebrew accompanying images of beautiful flowers: www.wonder-tree.com/paradise.htm.
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Francis Brown is a priest of the Roman Catholic Rite who was ordained in St Stephen's Cathedral in Brisbane in 1953 after completing study and training at St Paschal's College in Box Hill, Victoria. He served as a missionary in Papua New Guinea with a group of fellow Franciscans from 1955 to 1973. Having obtained permission to marry in 1973 he worked amongst the villagers on road construction and continued as their elected representative in Local Government. At the end of 1973 he, along with his wife, Mary, continued family life in Australia. He worked as a Probation and Parole Officer before retirement and has continued an active engagement in the parish and community life of the suburb of Kingsgrove South-West of Sydney. His main hobby is writing poetry and prose endeavouring to help himself and others gain a greater awareness of God and all as One.
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