Heartfelt sigh
When I, O God, am out at sea
And foam-topped waves heave violently,
’Tis
good to be recalling,
There is a sea within me too,
Deep in my heart’s core, dark of hue,
Where
mighty storms appalling
Do flash and crash both day and night,
All this though has been blocked from sight,
So
no one shall be learning
How all lies smould’ring in my breast,
How lava-like it’s upward pressed
When
I with rage am burning,
How I by worry’s storms am shook
In every vein’s most secret nook,
How
fear my mind keeps pelting,
How with my spirit blood makes free,
My pulse pecks at my hand with glee
Till
my heart’s all but melting!
Then salty tears I see can flow
From both my eyes, and they can show
The
spring whence they are jolting,
Their source lies hidden in my breast,
How salt it is, how sour, unblessed,
And
how its taste’s revolting!
O Jesu, I then sigh, I pray
This sea my life may not betray
To force
and cruel scheming:
If in a sea my life shall end,
Dear Jesu, let me death transcend
In
eyes from penance streaming.
AMEN
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