Song of the Mystics

We, the Mystics, proudly arise

In this Age of Aquarius as is our time,

We are who we are; we don’t apologize

For moving beyond and living our lives

We, the Mystics,

Will make you uncomfortable,

For we do not conform to standard doctrine or theology,

We do not fit within prescribed boxes that history and tradition have made,

But we believe only that which we have heard from the very lips of God

And we build our worlds upon Him, upon Our Love, upon who We are

Instead of everything we’ve ever known

We have journeyed with you, among you, beside you,

And we will continue to do so,

But we will also go on, launching out in our coracles from the ship that brought us almost all the way,

As we reach the edge of the world in this theology that can go no further,

Still, we paddle on in our tiny little vessels,

For we will not ever cease to seek the greater things, the revelations, the face of Yahweh,

We shall learn to see Him in all things,

In ever-deepening ways,

Even in our own hearts and in everything that we are

We, the Mystics, are the dreamers,

The visionaries, those who are willing to see the Beginning and the End,

To endure the immense suffering of letting go of all we’ve known and built

In order to progress and grow,

The world does not understand us,

But we cannot be concerned with that,

For we are about our Father’s business,

And though sometimes we have no place to lay our heads

As we show fallacy to Pharisees,

We long to gather with the people of Jerusalem and love them,

And if they do not let us,

Still we will love them

Their opinions of us will vary

Depending on their comfort levels and what they see themselves,

One Sunday we are lauded with palms,

The next we are nailed to a cross,

But in all of this, we do not stop being who we are,

We do not stop relationship,

We do not cease to Love

We overturn tables in anger,

We weep beside the graves of loved ones,

We leave the ninety-nine to help a single sufferer,

And we feed thousands with the nourishment of Truth,

Yet not because we are better than any other,

Simply because we are who we are, and we are not denying this anymore

For we are all Mystics,

Each of us on our own journeys with Yahweh

In Truth and in Covenant,

And when we embrace and love our own selves,

We can share the beauty of who we are with each other self out there,

We are the Mystics

And we are glorious!