In my house all is quiet,
resonant with wairua.
My nave
is a house of prayer,
open for all peoples.
From here
peace is found,
emanating from stone,
reflected in rose glass.
Round and round
the spiraling circle of my love,
gathers up all colours,
draws them to my heart.
In my house all is quiet
except for praise hymns,
worship reverberating.
You who arrive miles from yourself
find yourself in a place
of solace and redemption.
That you might walk out tall,
from under the weight of stone,
which somehow isn't heavy
in the way it gravitates up
and out.
Like you now,
calm and restored,
luminous in rose light.
Visit Ana Lisa de Jong's website, Living Tree Poetry, for more of her works.
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We have invited these writers to share their experiences, ideas and opinions in the hope that these will provoke thought, challenge you to go deeper and inspire you to put your faith into action. These articles should not be taken as the official view of the Nelson Diocese on any particular matter.
In my house all is quiet,
resonant with wairua.
My nave
is a house of prayer,
open for all peoples.
From here
peace is found,
emanating from stone,
reflected in rose glass.
Round and round
the spiraling circle of my love,
gathers up all colours,
draws them to my heart.
In my house all is quiet
except for praise hymns,
worship reverberating.
You who arrive miles from yourself
find yourself in a place
of solace and redemption.
That you might walk out tall,
from under the weight of stone,
which somehow isn't heavy
in the way it gravitates up
and out.
Like you now,
calm and restored,
luminous in rose light.
Check out other articles in the
series below.
More articles in the
series are to come.
