Hidden in the Cross
A heart breaks with joy at the power of your Love
The love of a Lover of Souls
One bringing to each the unspeakable hidden spaces of Grace
That which only the Spirit gives
A Grace that forges forgiveness and hope
In the thrust of thorns, the iron nails, and a wounding spear
The only sacrifice worthy in the suffering Cross.
Now transformed into Glorious praises
Touched beyond recognition is the blood poured out for all
Embraced by the Light, the fire, a searing flame
To quench the thirst of a parched soul
The Breath of Life breathed into all creatures of the Beloved
To rapture one's void only for oneself.
The heart is not hidden from the Beloved
For nothing is covered from You O Lord inside or outside
Yet to hide in You Alone is freedom and peace
The Light that illuminates flesh and spirit in blazing Joy
To caress the Cross in one's hiding place.
By Eileen Marie Ferriot, Tssf. (Tina)