Corpus Christi Chapel

"Praise be to the Creator of All.
Praise be unto this Life
For she is the one foretold
To be the Messenger of Hope.
She is the Anointed One
To bring the Message of Remembrance
Of who we are.
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!" 

Feast of Corpus Christi           Great Wedding Feast          

Nag Hammadi         Stained Glass Windows        Red  Cedar Oil

Frankincinse & Myrhh         Blue Cypress Incense           Gum Mastic Incense

Living Holy Waters          Jeanne du Pucelle           Mozart Effect    

O, Holy Fire,
paraclete of the spirit,
life force of all creation,
holiness you are in living form
You are a holy ointment
for perilous injuries
You are holy in cleansing
the fetid wound.

O breath of holiness
o fire of loving
o sweet taste in the breath
you fill the heart with the aroma of virtues.

O fountain of purity
in whom it is considered
that god collected the lost
and the damned saved

O robe of life and hope of the companions
our brothers all of the church
and the belt of honesty
save the blessed.

Caring for all those
who are held down by enemies
and break the chains
whom the divine will save and free.

O path of strength
that enters all places
in the high places and in the plains
and in all the depths
you call and unify all.

From you the smoke flows,
the ether flies
jewels given their qualities
water streams shown their way
and earth made green and fresh.

You always teach comprehending
by inspirational wisdom and joy.

Praise be to you,
who is the sound of praise,
and joy of life, hope and noble strength
giving the premium of the light.

~~~Hildegard von Bingen
O Ignus Spiritus

Hail, You Star of Ocean

Hail, you Star of Ocean!
Portal of the sky,
Ever Virgin Mother,
Of the Lord most high.

O! by Gabriel's Ave,
Uttered long ago,
Eva's name reversing,
Establish peace below.

Break the captive's fetters;
Light on blindness pour;
All our ills expelling,
Ev'ry bliss implore.

Show yourself a mother;
Offer him our sighs,
Who for us Incarnate
Did not you despise.

Virgin of all virgins!
To your shelter take us;
Gentlest of the gentle!
Chaste and gentle make us.

Still as on we journey,
Help our weak endeavor,
Till with you and Jesus
We rejoice forever.

Through the highest heaven,
To the Almighty Three,
Father, Son, and Spirit,
One same glory be.

Behold how joyful 'tis, how good, how dear,
Brethren to dwell in Love's delightful sphere,
Linked in Seraphic wreath of Union,
Each other's beauty, crown and joy their own.

Where the true High-Anointed Priest divine,
Mingles His heavenly manna, oil, and wine,
Through every part the flowing unction,
From the head e'en to his garment's hem runs down,
The garment of His whole creation.

'Tis the rich, odorous, fruitful, balmy dew,
That falls from God's high mountain, Hermon true,
Watering the dear-loved Zions hills below,
Which makes the Sharon Rose and Virgin-Lilies grow.

For hence the promised blessings wondrous store,
Proceeds in the First-Resurrection Power,
Blessing of joy and life, e'en Life for evermore.

Jane Leade 1699

Genesis Bread            Ezekiel Bread           Essene Unleavened Breads

Sandalwood Prayer Beads          Angel Bells        

Poetry of Saints            Gospel Nativity Poem            Biogenic Generators

Addiction & Remedy            Hildegarde of Bingen           Thomas Merton

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamer of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties,
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
A breath of our inspiration,
Is the life of each generation.
A wondrous thing of our dreaming,
Unearthly, impossible seeming-
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their present,
And their work in the world be done.
They had no vision amazing
Of the goodly house they are raising.
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the land to which they are going:
But on one man's soul it hath broke,
A light that doth not depart
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man's heart.
And therefore today is thrilling,
With a past day's late fulfilling.
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted,
And, scorning the dream of tomorrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for it's joy or it's sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.
But we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing;
O men! It must ever be
That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.
For we are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry-
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.
Great hail! we cry to the corners
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers,
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamt not before;
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.

[1844~1881

Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

O greening branch!
You stand in your nobility

Like the rising dawn.
Rejoice now and exult

And deign to free the fools we are.
From our long slavery to evil

And hold out your hand
To raise us up.


Spirited light! on the edge
of the Presence your yearning
burns in the secret darkness,

O angels, insatiably
into God’s gaze.

Perversity

could not touch your beauty;
you are essential joy.
You, all-accomplishing
Word of the Father
are the light of primordial
daybreak over the spheres.

You, the foreknowing
mind of divinity,
foresaw all your works
as you willed them,
your prescience hidden
in the heart of your power,
your power like a wheel
around the world,
whose circling never began
and never slides to an end.

No creature has meaning
without the Word of God.
God's Word is in all creation,
visible and invisible.
The Word is living, being,
spirit, all verdant greening,
all creativity.
This Word flashes out in
every creature.
This is how the spirit is in the flesh—
the Word is indivisible from God.

Loving tenderness abounds for all
from the darkest to the most eminent
one beyond the stars,
...
You are also an angel's companion
and a citizen of sacredness.

Run, flee from the ancient destroyer's cave!
Come, enter into the palace of the King.

 

Prepared to heal and feed
Claim liberty and vital truth
A little child shall lead them
To revel in the gospel truth
There's no reason to explain
Why we should suffer in pain

Slow and steady I am paced
To safely heal a human race
I pray someday they benefit
From the labor of love a net
Overflowing with a good word
Nurtured because I have heard
To wisdom and knowledge turn

To offer the essential solutions
Calling all resource to the task
For healing of all these nations
A tree of life exists in our midst
Living waters from dry deserts
Regenerate my earthy paradise 

Barbara Kim Thigpen

But there is an Age coming, as this Tree of Faith grows up in Persons in their inward ground to its full ripeness, when the Fruit being eaten thereof Magically, will Transfigure the very Elementary Body, and give it a Radical Ruby Glory; so that Mortality shall be hid in Immortality; which is the Garment that may last the Thousand Years Reign of Christ.