A Path Through . . .

My Heart is God’s Stove If God is like a fire, my heart the stove must be, In which his heat consumes the wood of vanity. Each in his own element The bird is in the air, the stone rests on the land, The fish lives in the water, my spirit in God’s hand. Spiritual alchemy I am the metal heated in the Spirit’s stove and fire, And what transforms me is the tincture, the Messiah. On the same No sooner in God’s fire have I been melted down Than with his seal he stamps my essence as his own. You must become a child You must become a child or you will never go Where all God’s children are: the door is much too low. The unrest comes from you It’s not from God or creatures that your disquiet springs: You make your own unrest (O fool!) by your concern with things. Only you fall short If you could make your heart a manger for his birth God would become once more a child upon this earth. The spiritual voyage The world’s my sea, God’s Spirit is my captain in command, My body is the ship in which my ...