A Glance from the Heart

Speaking’s deadweight in the silent world of God.

A Word suffices for the architect of thought,

A glance of love for Uncreated Love.

God’s a new world, a world of shorthand: Love

Is he and Love his language. No laboured style,

No ocean of ink, no volumes of endless type.

Not even a whisper is heard in the heart of God

Where all his children sing an ecstatic song

In silence

Of timeless adoration. Love the fount

Of Being floods in everlasting speech

A Word beyond articulation, the Act

Of Being, Jesus forever clothed in Flames.

The Pillar of Fire, God’s inward joy and bond,

Creates our hearts receptive, a single lyre,

For God’s eternal Voice: the Breath of Life.

Loving says all in the silent world of God ...

~a Carthusian monk