My being glows in your love oh, Lord
Because this love knit me into a being in my mum's wombabounding and nourishing whole of my yesteryears
Oh, Lord I am unworthy of this love
Yet unworthiness is not an issue for you Oh Lord.
Oh, My feeble heart a piece of opaque diamond with moss around it
Enemy prowled around me to devour my soul
My being coveted for material things
Things that gave my being a timely pleasure
Oh, My fragile heart fell prey for the snare of the fowler.
Oh, Lord my being gratitudes you, you love of my being
Your felt absence not an absence indeed
Your gentle and subtle touch stirred and shook whole fibre of my being
You bountiful graces hovered over me ceaselessly Oh, Lord.
A faint voice whispered into me, 'Can you hear me?'
Gentle yet a sure knock at my heart's door like morning dew touching the tender ground
This knock made all the difference in my being
Difference to move mountains Oh Lord my God.
Oh Lord Your compassionate look surrounded my being like odour of jasmine in the garden
Thou look set my soul and body aglow
Oh, how marvellous to cling on to your look Oh, Lord
like tender child clings to her mother's bosom
Yet thou saith, "Don't cling to me, for thou hath mission to accomplish."
Jerri Melwin Dias SJ.
Photo: A valley at Araranzazu, Spain.
Photo: A valley at Araranzazu, Spain.
