I was once in heaven too in the mind and heart of God,
I was the unborn saint of His imagination,
Made in the secret place and knit together
In the mother´s womb of all mothers,
Like a little pearl, hidden in the oyster of His hand.
He found a place for me in Paradise,
And wisely let me roam and wander,
A precious jewel, the glint of His eye,
I was free and I chose exile –
A naked body dependent on everything
From clothes to food, shelter to education,
Dependent too on human love and affection;
And my naked body grows tired and ails,
I am dependent on the remedies offered
By the evolution of the times we live in,
To restore my body to the image of vitality,
To walk in exile, a dependent sinner.
And the Lord brought forth three little pearls,
The unborn saints of His imagination,
Made in the secret place and knit together
In the mother´s womb of all mothers,
And placed them in my lap, my exiled sinners,
Naked bodies dependent on everything.
And they suckle from my fountain of sustenance,
The milk of my life as I walk in exile,
A dependent sinner with a naked body,
Enclosing deep within, my soul,
Longing to be back in heaven,
In the mind and heart of God,
And be the saint that I once was.
Alone in the darkness of exile,
I don´t know or understand the way,
I am dependent on a light
To guide me back to God.
I have searched and found the light of Christ,
He was once a saint in heaven
In the mind and heart of God,
And He was born into the walk in exile,
Here on Earth with us.
And His footsteps echo mine,
As I live and love, suffer and rejoice.
He made it back to heaven,
Suffered death and resurrected
And now He lies in heaven, a saint with God.
He´s the man I want to follow,
I trust in His light, His walk,
Because it echoes mine,
Alone in exile, a naked sinning body
Dependent on everything, including the church,
Where I go to mass and confess my sins,
I hear what the Lord has to say to me,
I say the prayer he taught to us,
And prepare myself to eat at His table.
“Lord I am not worthy to receive You
But only say the word and I shall be healed.”
I step in line, and join the queue
As we shuffle, a daily pilgrimage of exiled sinners,
Naked bodies, dependent on everything,
One foot in front of the other
To receive a little part of heaven,
The body and blood of our Saint Jesus.
I accept the light shone daily into my heart,
From the hearts and mouths of priests
And the community of my brothers and sisters,
Who share my walk in the Catholic Church.
Even God has a mother and I turn my eyes to her,
And in my nakedness and aloneness,
Twilight and dependency,
I place the messy bedrooms and odd socks,
Of my lazy and rebelling little sinners,
Together with their precious souls
Longing for sanctity, into the arms of Mary.
And the eyes of a saint fall on my face
And my sinning-longing-to-be-saint-soul goes home,
With the flame of my torch lighting,
To guide the walk of my children in exile,
In their search for the saints they once were.
Prayer: 29 June 2026