Mary Carpenter's Trinitarian Creed
The Love who gathers the cosmos into her bosom
and sends it spewing forth in chaotic rhythms--
This is our Creator.
The one in the garden, recognized by Mary Magdalene as rabouni;
He is the violin strings connecting each of our hearts to one another.
He is singing to us songs of our laughter and weeping tears of our laments.
He is our Redeemer. Through Him we are reclaiming our perfect pitch.
The Whispering of the Wind, continuously breathing each of our names,
is tugging our heart strings to bring forth their sacred melodies.
This is the eternal Holy Spirit.
We are knowing each note.
We are plucking the tune.
We are a Masterpiece; unfinished, yet fully played.
~~Mary Carpenter
November 2009
and sends it spewing forth in chaotic rhythms--
This is our Creator.
The one in the garden, recognized by Mary Magdalene as rabouni;
He is the violin strings connecting each of our hearts to one another.
He is singing to us songs of our laughter and weeping tears of our laments.
He is our Redeemer. Through Him we are reclaiming our perfect pitch.
The Whispering of the Wind, continuously breathing each of our names,
is tugging our heart strings to bring forth their sacred melodies.
This is the eternal Holy Spirit.
We are knowing each note.
We are plucking the tune.
We are a Masterpiece; unfinished, yet fully played.
~~Mary Carpenter
November 2009
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