O Love, you believe so surely in me!
You hear my soul, my silences.
When I have been hemmed in,
you have set me free.
Hold me in your smiling gaze and hear,
what I haven't spoken even to myself.
How long will I lose myself
in other people's lies and delusions?
Holy One, I trust that you gather all to yourself;
gather me now, gently.
When troubles disturb the pond's surface,
the depths need not stir.
I will not find peace or truth in worry
but in silence.
Love, I trust in you;
Holy One, I offer myself to you.
Some clamor for obvious signs,
for God's face to look like their wishes.
But it couldn't be any clearer:
your joy that blossoms in my heart
is more real than all their successes.
Your face is my sun.
I can relax. I can even lie down.
I can close my eyes in peace and sleep.
O Devoted Presence, you alone
let me release myself into you.
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