Fourteenth Meditation
(The Way of Perfection, Chapter 27-28)

"But when you pray, go to your inner room, close the door, and pray to your Father in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will repay you." (1)


Hermitage

In a secluded hermitage,
Fashioned of simple clay and stone,
Dwells One of Royal Parentage,
With all His court, upon His throne.

The owner of the property,
Herself of lowly caste and poor,
With rev'rence and humility,
Awaits His calling at the door.

To enter through the passageway,
She must leave what she treasures most,
And clean the clinging clumps of clay,
To encounter her gracious Host.

The inner room is sanctified,
With His presence and purity;
With Him, all life and love abide --
Hidden in her obscurity.

Hid deep in her humble abode,
Dwells the Heavenly mother lode.


May the King draw us to Himself, and grant us the grace to be recollected with Him within.


1. Matthew 6:6


(c) Paul Buis, 2004