In Dwelling

To be still,  
     to be  
          where the Trinity lives-  
               in me:  
I hear a stirring  
     in my soul's  
          womb,-  
     a life, the Life,  
          is dwelling in   
               my being.  
  
Be still,  
     adore,  
          bow deep   
               with breathless awe,  
     or like a child that rests  
          in its mother's lap  
               at ease,  
be still,  be thankful,  be.  
  
Sometimes it's ecstasy,  
     and sometimes porridge,  
          but still there lives in me  
               this Trinity.  
  
I cannot speak, for simply I don't know  
     what all this means,  
          for God is God,  
               and I am simply me,-  
     I live in God and   
          God so lives in me.  
So, let it be.  

(At Glenstal Abbey: Reflecting on John 14: 6th Sunday after Easter, Year A)