Betty talks more about how endeavoring to understand and internalize the writings of 14th Century mystic Julian of Norwich influenced her walk with Christ.
So, if you’ll notice the beat of this writing, it sort of follows the flow, if you will, of the influence that Emily Dickinson had on my writing this particular piece. So, I would have to give the credit to Emily and Julian and the Spirit of Love—and, I then take all of this and try to get the essence and say it like Betty Skinner would say it. So this is what Betty Skinner wrote about her mystic friend, Julian of Norwich, thirteenth century. Notice in this too—that the years—you’re looking at what, 600 years? It doesn’t make a bit of difference on a spiritual journey. The connection, the spirit—everything’s connected. Time doesn’t mean a thing. This is titled the Mystic’s Gift.
There came a day in summer’s way especially for me. I thought it best be spent with mystics and with saints where Wisdom’s revelations be. The sun rose as eternal one ribbon at a time. It opened up the heavens and shattered me with dawn. Beautiful. As if by invitation the morning mist arrived in horizontal columns—Two Faces, Each bound to opposing lands. Their bond, the Crucifix. My prayers infused with Presence, my Wardrobe of the Lord. And in my empty hands a mystic placed a Kingdom I so longed to understand. The hours slid fast – as hours will without external sound. Within this sweet communion I – transcendent – am. Past the dark night, past the morning star, past the sunrise, in my hands, the Light of day!
Notice the movement in the end. Everything I had to pass through to finally receive the communion with the saint, Julian.
Past the dark night—past the dark night. Past the morning star—a little glimmer of light. Past the sunrise. In my hand, the Light of day.