(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
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