OF YOU MY HEART HAS SPOKEN

The still steadiness of it Serene and well-ordered Unflappable Unruffled Residing in the cool Clear waters of the mind There are times when I dearly wish it were mine This heart of stone But I am a child Of Ezekiel’s prophecy Possessing a heart of flesh Instead Residing in the cauldron Of my being Soul of fire In a silent stillness That heaves Pulsating Passionate Feeling wounds too strongly Bearing burdens too heavy Mine and those of others And sheltered in the One Who sustains the entire universe Christ the Sacred Heartbeat Of all life It is His gift Whether I like it Or not

He lays me to rest In the Garden Where dew falls At dawn And trees That shade the scorching noon Grasp the whispering Wind Where the setting sun The stars and rising moon Glance gently He feeds me Milk To still the child And Wine To take away man’s pain. Coming in He breathes softly On my face His tears A living Spring To wash my wounds Speaking, urging gently Rest my love Drink deep and sleep My dearest friend Till we are I (Galapo 1985)

Lord, it is easier for me to walk with You rather than to sit in front of You to leave rather than to remain to be nomadic rather than sedentary to avoid Your gaze rather than to face it to wear a mask rather than cast it aside I am not the one whom people imagine me to be. There is a me that no-one ever sees No-one but You and my fear is that You do not like what You see But that is not true Because you love even what seems to be unlovable drawing order out of chaos light out of darkness for You see the struggle of it and the hope contained in it for You are at home here whether I sit or whether I walk whether I stand or whether I lay down whether I remain or whether I leave You are my hope You are my home You are everything You are in everything