Before your altar
where your cross and
Your Word
stand open to our eyes,
Here I sit in silence
in one of the empty pews
trying to listen to your own voice-
Your voice of love
calling me to depend upon
You as your own child.
Here I am
met by your love divine
excelling all my pain and fears;
embraced by your wings
of compassion- stronger
and greater than my tears.
Here before your altar
I come face to face
with the purity of your heart
wanting me only
to follow your way of
Reconciling Love.
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Feb.8,2015, one of the poems written during my 2 days- stay at a Danish monastery, Mariadøtrene (Daughters of Mary) , as break from daily rhythm and signs of stress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem