"Thus says the LORD: The heavens are
my throne, the earth is my footstool. What
kind of house can you build for me; what
is to be my resting place? My hand made all
these things when all of them came to be,
says the LORD. This is the one whom I approve:
the lowly and afflicted man who trembles
at my word." (1)
An oratory's built for prayer,
Within the center of her soul;
She returns to Him often there,
That Love may dwell with love made
To go to Him, there is no need
For pilgrimages far and wide,
Or devotions which may impede --
These are but means best left outside.
With what humble patience He waits
For her to hear His gentle call!
She turns within, when noise abates,
To be with Him who is her All.
Her mind is pacified and clear;
Her soul's attuned to Spirit's flow;
Her heart is stilled, open to hear:
Him speak gently with heart aglow.
His presence beats tranquillity
Within her heart's oratory.
May the Spirit establish His oratory deep
within us, that we may retire with Him in
His presence as often as we are called.
1. Isaiah 66:1-2
(c) Paul Buis, 2004