Far, far from us you do seem to fly
No more can we share a loving meal
Your vision is now banished from the eye
That kind, soft touch of yours we cannot feel
Are we always to be so sore bereft?
Abandoned here below weeping alone .
Unconsoled. ever in grief to be left
To be dark, in that place where light has shone
But it is not really so, my love
Gone in seeming you only seem to go .
On great ardour’s wings you soar high sweet dove
Then plunging in my heart your torrents flow.
We assumed you had left us mother divine
But, ah dear Mary, forever you are mine.
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You’re in front of me
And I don’t see you. Beside
Me and I don’t know.
Fill my emptiness with you.
Touch my darkness with your light
With longing I search
For you. In hope I travel.
Towards or Away?
How can I know or be sure?
I long for your hidden smile.
Will I find you, see
You, know you? Elusive love,
Yet faithful lover.
Journey’s end and beginning
Pilgrim heartsease and hearts wound.
Of this I am sure,
The anchor to which I cling,
That which sustains me,
If I fail, when I fail, you
Will find me. And we will kiss.
Pacing the Cloister
Pacing the cloister
A thousand years of silence
Dust motes in the sun
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