Sunday, December 14, 2008


  Something occurs while the veil of prayer envelopes me.  
It is as if there is a trance, 

a dance, taking me far elsewhere.

Shallow and sweet is Her Breath  
and the Presence is over me ... over me, 
over me mute as rush weed in winter.

Oh, for I am icy pond/ 
ALIVE! amidst buried stillness,  
singly with Christ, my sweeter Love.



1 comment:

Maithri said...

This is so spectacular in its humility, so vibrant in its stillness,

You have sung me to peace today,

Thank you Blessed soul,