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THE HEART TUNED
What an immense grace to love the Word,
To ponder here before Scripture my heart
Tuned by faith! The Word alone can pluck
My heart’s strings; my soul can resonate
With feelings in harmony with his. My heart’s
A lyre, the Word the great musician; his touch
Is masterful. He pays the whole stretch
Of human sensibilities; and these
He felt from makeshift cradle to monstrous death.
That all my thinking were narrowed down to this:
Scripture, the secret keyhole through which we spy
The immensities of God and where we kneel
In adoration ecstatic in his Word…
THE HEART TUNED
What an immense grace to love the Word,
To ponder here before Scripture my heart
Tuned by faith! The Word alone can pluck
My heart’s strings; my soul can resonate
With feelings in harmony with his. My heart’s
A lyre, the Word the great musician; his touch
Is masterful. He pays the whole stretch
Of human sensibilities; and these
He felt from makeshift cradle to monstrous death.
That all my thinking were narrowed down to this:
Scripture, the secret keyhole through which we spy
The immensities of God and where we kneel
In adoration ecstatic in his Word…
For Marianne
From: A Carthusian The Silence of the Lotus. Poems 2007.Illustration: A Carthusian, 2007.
Copyriht©A Carthusian, Great Britain 2007
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