Eleventh Meditation

(The Dark Night, book I: chapter 13)


"O LORD, my heart is not lifted up, my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a child quieted at its mother's breast; like a child that is quieted is my soul." (23)


Abated Breezes

Beneath the breezes of desire,
Her heart's deep waters ebbed and flowed:
Yearning, churning, ever higher;
Splashing and thrashing -- never slowed.

With night, the breezes slow to still,
The churnings of the waters cease;
The debris settle out until,
The depths are cleared to placid peace.

The subtle lights that penetrate
The waters' new found purity,
Illumines all that lies innate --
Revealing the depths' Mystery.

Balanced and pure, love soon abounds --
Freed from the churning of desire;
His peace now settles and surrounds
Her heart of molten sapphire.

The heart He stills and recreates;
Peace reigns as desire abates.



May the profound peace of Christ recreate our hearts as reservoirs of His love.

23. Psalm 131:1-2


(c) Paul Buis, 2004