Upon the hill where silence bled,
Where thorns were crowned on Sacred Head,
The world stood still, with holy time,
As hidden dawn began to shine.
For not alone did Christ there die -
He broke the chains no eye could spy;
Within the soul, a spark caught fire,
Of fresh new life and God-desire.
An ancient self began to fall,
Its brittle pride, its hollow call;
And in its place, a fire was born -
A soul remade, no longer torn.
An inward bursting, vast and bright,
An unseen, sacred, living light;
As though creation woke anew
And breathed a deeper, purer view.
O Cross that splits the dark in two,
What hidden worlds are born in You!
For in that pain, love’s depths increase,
And suffering flowers into peace.
No longer slaves to shadowed sin,
We feel Your rising life within;
The chains once clasped around the heart
Now fall away, undone, apart.
A freedom fierce, yet softly known,
That bids the restless soul come home;
Not far away in distant skies,
But where the secret stillness lies.
There, in the rush of mortal days,
Through crowded streets and anxious ways,
A quiet cell begins to grow -
An anchorite no world can know.
Within the heart, a chamber still,
Where time bends low to Heaven’s will;
And Christ, once lifted high in pain,
Now lives and breathes in us again.
O mystery vast, O union sweet,
Where earth and heaven truly meet;
The Cross becomes our inward door,
And we the lost are found once more.
So let the world in clamour spin,
Its noise without, its strife within;
For in the soul that turns to Thee,
There blooms a vast eternity.
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