Come forth from the holy place,
Come from the quiet dark
Where virginal heartbeats
Tick your moments.
Come away from the red music
Of Mary’s veins.
Come out from the Tower of David
From the House of Gold.
Leave your lily-cloister,
Leave your holy mansion,
Quit your covenant ark.
O Child, be born!
Be born, sweet Child,
In our unholy hearts.
Come to our trembling,
Come to our littleness,
Be born unto us
Who have kept the faltering vigil.
Be given, be born,
Be ours again.
Come forth from your holy haven,
Come away from your perfect shrine,
Come to our wind-racked souls
From the flawless tent,
Be born, little Child,
In our unholy hearts.
~Mother Mary Francis
Many times, I think, the standard we set for ourselves of what we think God wants us to be or become is not, in reality what He’s really concerned about. We fret about not measuring up here or there and then get discouraged because of our failure. A word of wisdom from Caryll Houselander:
I often think that the ideal of our perfection that we set up, and often go through torture to achieve, may not be God’s idea of how He wants us to be at all. That may be something quite different that we never would have thought of, and what seems like a failure to us may really be something bringing us closer to His will for us.
So . . . try to be a little bit freer to let go of what may not be His expectations for you and just abandon to His love. …
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Do you ever find yourself often afraid of that which could be the best for you? You fight against the very one who would be your biggest help. Today’s Sunday-poem addresses that very thing.
I am afraid of silence. I am afraid
Of my own soul. I am afraid of hearing
A voice–one voice above all voices–made
Clear in the silence. I shall grow old fearing
This silence that goes with me wherever I go.
I cannot keep it in or bar it out.
Always within, around, above, below,
It beats upon me. I am hedged about
Most utterly. Surrounded. Yet I raise
Even now a futile barrier of sound
Against the voice in silence I dispraise,
Against the voice I dread that hems me round;
To which, did I but listen, I should be
Afraid of nothing. Nothing could frighten me.
Sr. Maris Stella
“God comes to us not where we should have been if we had made all the right choices in life; not where we could have been if we had taken every opportunity that God has offered us; not where we wish we were if we didn’t have to be in the place where we find ourselves; not where we think we are because our minds are out of sync with our hearts; not where other people think we are or think we ought to be when they are attending to their own agendas. God meets us where we really are.”