A poem honoring the Sacred Heart |
The silver Rain's soft pattering And lunar Glow through midnight shower, The glassy Stars-- winking out, Shy, from 'hind the Clouds this hour, Seem to sing harmoniously: "For Him twirl we Suns and Moons!" With Winds that whirl in waving Trees, Piping low their solemn Tune. They stir the dusky Night to sigh, Slow and gravely, but with air Of dancing Trees and bowing Skies, Of wide-eyed Stars that twinkle fair. Rushing, rushing, is it breeze? No, the rushing of my Soul Joining-in with graceful Trees And bowing with that lovely Whole. The Nocturne of Entirety, Of Nature waltzing, grace'd and fine, Points past Celestiality* And toward The Heartbeat keeping time. A Beat and Time from beyond time That stirs with every Pulsing Surge; Something sweet, and so sublime, Is whispered in It's hidden Words: "See the Rhythm of My Worlds? See, the Dance that swings the Stars? Do you hear My Sacred Heart Keeping Order where you are?" Every wisp and curl in Mist: "I AM veiled, but ever by..." Taste of Twilight on my lips: "Darling Apple of My eye..." Roaring Rivers, rushed and clean: "Love you! Love you! Never fear!" What dose Nighttime Silence mean? "With you... by you... ever near... I will hold you as you dream; Hold you, love you. Always Here." Celestiality* ▼ Freestyle ▼ |