In Catholic school I was taught Jesus said: I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

The Jesus I know,

my teacher, my Master,

The one whose voice

Stirs a flutter of butterflies in my belly

Ineffable joy in my heart,

A knowing that calls my name without me hearing it,

My Yeshua,

He whispers:

I know the Way, follow me.

I speak the truth

those who have ears, let them hear.

I mastered the path set forth by wisdom Herself,

Leading to healing and harmony

peace and understanding

knowledge and wisdom

fortitude

to endure the endless storms of life.

I join you in your suffering, do not fear.

Summon your demons while I wait.

They have drowned out your soul voice

creating fear, uncertainty, and doubt

Keeping your voice quiet and small,

Raging in captivity.

Your joy, beauty, and light

diminished

smoldering within the suit of armor

heavy and burdensome,

That protects you and

blinds you

from your own power.

But the Magdalene sees the unseen

And she will teach you to see with the eyes of your own heart.

We will surround you

And show you how to enter the wound.

Break down the eschar

to move through it

To unbind you from it

Allowing the remembering

And the ripening

as it obeys the words of your spell.

Your elixir, potent.

Forgiveness the emulsifier that creates the balm

that heals your wounds.

My hand, your guide,

Infused with grace

Called forth from Sophia

Enabling the alchemy.

Scab

Scar

Silence.

Repose,

Rest.

then rise, dear One.

For your faith has healed you.