Heart-Stone of Christ
In quiet hours when earth grows still,
And bends at last to Heaven’s will,
A whisper stirs within the soul;
A Presence there that makes us whole.
Not distant, cold, or far above,
But near to us in tender love;
In hidden moments, soft and clear,
We wake and find that God is near.
We walk with Him through passing days,
In simple thoughts, in work, in praise;
And slowly, through His guiding Light,
Our hearts are formed in what is right.
For on the mount His voice once rang,
Where truth like living water sprang;
There mercy, meekness, hearts made pure,
Became the path both strong and sure.
And as we climb that sacred height,
Through shadowed vale or morning bright,
We bend beside the dusty sod,
To find a sign that speaks of God:
A rust-red stone, in heart’s own shape,
Time-worn by wind, by years’ escape;
We lift it up, we clear its face,
To hold it close in love’s embrace.
A token of Christ’s Love so deep,
A gift our weary souls may keep;
Through winding years, through joy and pain,
Its silent warmth doth still remain.
In that dear love, our lives are changed,
No longer distant, lost, estranged;
For every soul we come to see
As held in sacred dignity.
Our human bonds grow every day,
With depth from God's own loving way;
A quiet grace in all we share,
With sense of God’s own Presence there.
In fellowship our hearts unite,
Drawn onward by His gentle Light;
A living Church, 'mid joy and strife,
Made one within His hidden Life.
And when at last life’s course is run,
When fading falls the setting sun,
We cross the line no eyes can see,
Into love’s vast eternity -
No fear shall claim the final breath,
For He is Lord of life and death;
Companion, Saviour, ever near,
The One we love now drawing near.
Poem inspired by article "Our living with God" by GMA Jansen (Fr Norbert OP)
https://sahistory.org.za/sites/default/files/archive-files4/PvJan67.pdf
With thanks to sahistory.org.za
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