Leave me alone with God, as much as may be. As the tide draws the waters close in upon the shore, make me an island, set apart alone with You, God, holy to You. Then, with the turning of the tide, prepare me to carry your presence to the busy world beyond, the world that…
The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way that light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself; so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of heaven is. And the more souls who resonate together,…
Until his final hour he had never refused her anything or turned away, lest she should turn their love to public praise. Now she sank down beside the cross, disguised, heavy with the largest stones of love like jewels in the cover of her pain. But later, when she came back to his grave with…
Men called you light so as to load you down, And burden you with their own weight of sin, A woman forced to cover and contain Those seven devils sent by Everyman But one man set you free and took your part One man knew and loved you to the core The broken alabaster of…
Effortlessly, Love flows from God into man, Like a bird Who rivers the air Without moving her wings. Thus we move in His world One in body and soul, Though outwardly separate in form. As the Source strikes the note, Humanity sings- The Holy Spirit is our harpist, And all the strings Which are touched…
Jesus said, Drink my wine you will become me I will become you and all that is hidden you will see with your own eyes.
A sign on each table in the abbey guesthouse dining room reads: ‘Silence is spoken here’, and so at dinner we gesture wordlessly after salt or signal with our hands for more water or bread. Hour by hour we settle into the comfort of this unfamiliar discipline, an island in the sea of talk from…
Beginning here we glimpse the Three-in-one; The river runs, the clouds are torn apart, The Father speaks, the Spirit and the Son Reveal to us the single loving heart That beats behind the being of all things And calls and keeps and kindles us to light. The dove descends, the spirit soars and sings ‘You…
Delightful to me to be on an island hill, on the crest of a rock, that I might often watch the quiet sea; That I might watch the heavy waves above the bright water, as they chant music to their Father everlastingly; That I might watch its smooth, bright-bordered shore, no gloomy pastime, that I…
How would it feel, then. to live in that God-shaken house? To feel the wind, like the very breath of life, like the stirring of the deep before time, gusting through these small daily rooms, clattering and pressing against doors and shutters, not to be contained? How would it feel to look up, eyes dried…
