5-26 Healing Winds

The Order of Saint Luke’s puts on a yearly healing conference in Western Carolina; I attended twice. hence:

Healing Winds Conference 2013

 

So he looked, and behold, the bush was burning with fire, but the bush was not consumed.

—Exodus 3:2

 

“I have come to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!”

—Luke 12:49

 

Geese and ducks called at daybreak

As mist wetted one’s eyes.

Across a vast and still lake,

Mountains’ foggy skies.

 

We gathered to pray and sing

In sanctuary rooms,

To let loose all shadowing

And hiding us in gloom.

 

The Word uttered flew like flares

And singed us with sparks,

Consuming fears and cares,

Which are human birthmarks.

 

Some laughed—some wept—some were stilled

As their hearts ignited,

And incandescent, were filled

With light, so excited!

 

We left the sanctified place

And traveled to our homes.

Each of us are blazed in grace:

Let’s light up Christ’s shalom.

 

 

Healing Winds, Ad Infinitium 2015

 

Over Junaluska, the mist

Could not hide the Holy One’s face:

The Lord emptied Himself and kissed

Each soul—and soothed their hurts with grace.

 

The world, the flesh, and the devil

Were cast into some desert place.

We prayed and sang in joyful revel,

Held by the Lamb in sacred space.

 

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