Written on Retreat
24/04/19 12:54
Mine is a small heart, Lord.
How can I hope to contain
all that I learn?
You share with me
of Yourself;
I read and forget,
I pray and am forgetful:
mindless,
despairing of light.
But I remember this at least:
it is not I who must reach You.
It is You who has,
who does,
reach down to me
and touches my heart;
encouraging my feet
to walk a few more steps.
Stumbling, yes;
hesitant,
confused - certainly.
Yet in this
my heart seems
by degrees
to be enlarged - just a little.
I'm not sure I understand more
but I am more sure of You
and Your large heart
and I am 'strangely warmed'.
2009
How can I hope to contain
all that I learn?
You share with me
of Yourself;
I read and forget,
I pray and am forgetful:
mindless,
despairing of light.
But I remember this at least:
it is not I who must reach You.
It is You who has,
who does,
reach down to me
and touches my heart;
encouraging my feet
to walk a few more steps.
Stumbling, yes;
hesitant,
confused - certainly.
Yet in this
my heart seems
by degrees
to be enlarged - just a little.
I'm not sure I understand more
but I am more sure of You
and Your large heart
and I am 'strangely warmed'.
2009