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