Amphora

AMPHORA V HE earth is dark, save where desires Exhale their black and bitter fires. Save for Thy sorrow, heaven is bright With cool and soft celestial light. But gazing deeper as we dare By virtue of retreat and prayer, Of fasting and of vigilance, We pierce beyond to brilliance. For all the blessed blood that poured Out of Thine heart at sorrow’s sword Is borne in GOD’s cherubic cars About the sky to make us stars. We in the world of woe who stray Lift up our hearts to Thee and pray : Turn all our pain to virgin might, And all our sorrow into light ! Amen. T 29