THE CRIB OF OUR CLAY (An Advent Meditation)

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Bring my thoughts home O Lord
Like the herd of an African twilight

Draw us in from the places
Of the day where we have strayed

Our

Scattered minds
Spun-out hearts
Spent souls

Settle us down

That we may abide
Within

That I may abide
With myself in You
And remain here

Attentive

Eyes attuned to see and perceive
Ears attuned to listen and hear

What stirs in the unfathomable
Depths

Interior mystery

Wisdom of Christ cradled
In the crib of our clay


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  1. MargueriteDecember 6, 2023 at 1:12 AM

    Thankyou for this profound meditation. May the joy of Our Lord be our strength!

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