Fifteenth Meditation
(The Way of Perfection, Chapter 29)

"When I think of you upon my bed, through the night watches I will recall that you indeed are my help, and in the shadow of your wings I shout for joy. My soul clings fast to you; your right hand upholds me." (1)


Recall the One whose countenance,
Enthralls the simplest of hearts;
Whose merciful omnipotence,
Conquers all that our sin imparts.

Recall that all things are passing,
Like flowers that whither and fade;
Only One is everlasting --
The One by whom all things were made.

Recall that He is very near;
That He awaits to hear your voice;
That to withdraw from Him in fear,
Is to leave Him alone by choice.

Recall the wayward senses in,
To rest in silence at His feet;
That recollection may begin,
And spirit with His Spirit meet.

The heart that often draws within,
Finds His presence and peace therein.

May the One who dwells within guide us in the practice of recollecting ourselves into His presence.

1. Psalm 63:7-9

(c) Paul Buis, 2004