O Heart The Lord God has made my heart it is a masterpiece, a fruit of His thought that thought which is all Goodness, all Truth Yes, out of the mind of God was born my heart, and He has not stopped seeking it. O, Creative Spirit! Come and visit this little heart that you made For she wanders this world in yearning O, Ultimate Beauty, she turns to so many things out of thirst for you Comes and silence the waves, the cries in the night. Father, my Father, you reached into space and time What a mysterious and merciful love, to hear the voice of that heart and come to her. In a stream of blood and spirit you come, flowing in and over, touching the deepest depths, filling her eyes with light. It is a call and response, a dance, a foretaste of that eternal rhythm, that feast where a thousand, ten thousand white doves, A crown of lilies, The little heart all in white, "so your builder shall marry you." Millennia of love words spoken but only One that lasts. Only One that has gone to the farthest reaches, into the darkest night And behold, now He comes Do you perceive Him, O heart? All you have searched for all, everything, fullness of fullness Overflowing now And you are running over the hills, and light, inexplicably beautiful the Eternal Answer and at last there is rest, at last there is peace, at last.
Ocean Like drops of water on their pilgrimage from sky to ocean, perhaps not knowing who, or what, or why they are But when they finally finally drop into the sea, When they become part of the great roaring Then they will know that it was never just them falling aimlessly - They were falling home And the ocean was there all the while at every moment watching, arms outstretched With love To catch them.
