Late, late the mind confessed:
wisdom has not sufficed.
I cannot take one step into the light
without the Christ.
Late, late the heart affirmed:
wild do my heart-beats run
when in the blood-stream sings one wish away
from the Incarnate Son.
Christ is my utmost need.
I lift each breath, each beat for Him to bless,
knowing our language cannot overspeak
our frightening helplessness.
Here where proud morning walks
and we hang wreaths on power and self-command,
I cling with all my strength unto a nail-
investigated hand.
Christ is my only trust.
I am my fear since, down the lanes of ill,
my steps surprised a dark Iscariot
plotting in my own will.
Past nature called, I cry
who clutch at fingers and at tunic folds,
"Lay not on me, O Christ, this fastening.
Yours be the hand that holds.
(1952, 1984)
15 April 2009
Christ Is My Utmost Need, by Jessica Powers (Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit)
Posted by Sr. Laurel M. O'Neal, Er. Dio. at 7:37 PM