Friday, March 14, 2014

Or Come by Some Forgotten Way

'Come with the dawn,
shine in on me,
and wake my soul
with welcome light;
Or let the twilight herald Thee,
and falling dusk, Thy shelter be
to shroud Thy coming
from my sight.

Or come by some forgotten way
untrodden long, and overgrown;
and of a sudden on a day
burst in; snap web and ivy spray
that claim the entrance for their own.

So many doors, and all divine,
and every latch is loose to Thee.
So many paths, and all are Thine
that bring Thee to this heart of mine,
and all are therefore dear to me.'

(from "Listening to the Indwelling Presence," compiled by a Religious, Pellegrini, Australia, 1940, p. 31)

Painting: Pieters In de tuin

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