He’s Gone

He’s Gone

‘He’s gone,’ says Joseph, and, with Pilate’s leave Eases the nails and lowers him from the Tree’ Wraps him in reverent and tender thoughts And lays him in the cave called Memory.   That cave is deeply hewn in Joseph’s heart: All that’s within will always be his own:...
Undressed for a Deeper Life, my Love

Undressed for a Deeper Life, my Love

Well may this body poorer, feebler grow! It is undressing for its last sweet bed; But why should the soul, which death shall never know, Authority, and power, and memory shed? It is that love with absolute faith would wed: God takes the inmost garments off his child...