Monday, December 22, 2014

Driven at last to the Eternal arms

It is for me,
the silence of the word
wherein the beating heart
alone is audible.

It is for me that God awaits,
with open hands,
a beggar at the locked gates
of my soul.

It is for one who doubts,
mistrusts and fears,
who sees the tears
upon the human face
of God,
through her own tears,
and is not moved.
Of all the world
unworthiest to be loved
driven at last
from self-inflicted harms,
to the Eternal Arms.
Caryll Houselander