Monday, March 22, 2010

This Trackless Solitude

Deep in the soul the acres lie
of virgin lands of sacred wood
where waits the Spirit. Each soul bears
this trackless solitude.

The Voice invites, implores in vain
the fearful and the unaware;
but she who heeds and enters in
finds ultimate wisdom there.

The Spirit lights the way for her;
bramble and bush are pushed apart.
He lures her into wilderness
but to rejoice her heart.

Beneath the glistening foliage
the fruit of love hangs always near.
The one immortal fruit: He is
or, tasted: He is here.

Love leads, and she surrenders to
His will. His waylessness of grace.
She speaks no words save his, nor moves
until he marks the place.

Hence all her paths are mystery.
presaging a devine unknown.
Her only light is in the creed
that she is not alone.

The soul that wanders, Spirit led,
becomes, in His transforming shade,
the secret that she was, in God.
before the world was made. 

-- Sr Miriam of the Holy Spirit, ocd

1 comment:

aspiring... said...

Thank you, ocd sister...

In effect, Sr. Miriam's poems often seem to bridge the distance between moments and eternity. Time fades away... The veil becomes sheerer somehow... And the light of heaven, sometimes sudden, warms one... One is lifted and sees more or knows more... else heaven descends to the one. Surprise and joy and humility and quiet, overcome one's disposition... Her poetry is stunning. 'This Trackless Solitude' is also breathtaking and I'm so pleased to find something from her here.. (My copy of her 'Selected Poetry...' is in storage for a time.)

If I may include it here, a favorite line of mine, from 'Doxology,' says this:

"Praise to the Father and the Son
and to the Spirit! May I be,
O Water, Wave and Tide in One,
Thine animate doxology."

God bless you, I pray