My Tabernacle

My mind is a temple of the Divine More surely than any man-made edifice: Here, I await alone, the coming of the Lord, here I await the all-surpassing bliss. First, I must empty the mind of mundane clutter and sweep it clean of passion’s sordid stain, and sternly banish imagination’s trash, preparing the space which is the Lord’s domain. Then I must still the voices of the world, and hush my own loquacious inner speech that I may hear the Master’s quiet voice and in the silence learn what He may teach.

My tabernacle awaits, serene and tranquil, the infusion and the plenitude of Grace: Here must I consecrate myself to Him Who is the Liberator of our race. The mental screen is erased and free of faces, colours, images and places: undeterred by ritual – in the formless, voiceless dark I await the Light that marks the coming of the Word. Out of the sombre dark, intense luminosity; out of the silence, an esoteric call; out of the solitude, a nameless wonder; out of the barren nothingness – the All.

Carmen Blumenkron