Descend, O Lord

August 14, 2011

In the silence I communicate

And every answer to my seeking comes,.

Stillness wraps around me like a robe

And the unquietude of mind drifts away.

All that matters now is finding thee,

Te body's pains, the insistent vital needs

Disappear in the vastness of thy gaze.

Only the heart still cries forever to love,

To be a simple channel of thy Grace,

A receptacle of light, and instrument

Of peace, a vessel of humility.

Let not division in this world remain,

Return to beauty all we have destroyed,

The lands reclaim, the forests spring anew,

The poisoned seas recover with thy touch.

All must be re-made and light illumine

The darkness now companion of our days.

Thy will be done on earth, on earth thy will

To change, transform the animalistic man.

Let a diviner man arise to lead;

The hour is upon us and grows late.

Descend, O Lord, transform this erring clay.