He is here... a poem

This Trackless Solitude

Deep in the soul the acres lie of virgin lands, of sacred wood 

where waits the Spirit. Each soul bears 

this trackless solitude. 

The Voice invites, implores in vain 

the fearful and the unaware; 

but she who heeds and enters in 

finds ultimate wisdom there.

The Spirit lights the way for her; 

bramble and brush are pushed apart. 

He lures her into wilderness 

but to rejoice her heart.

Beneath the glistening foliage 

the fruit of love hangs always near, 

the one immortal fruit: He is 

or, tasted: He is here.

Love leads and she surrenders to 

His will. His waylessness of grace. 

She speaks no word save His, nor moves 

until He marks the place.

Hence all her paths are mystery, 

presaging a divine unknown. 

Her only light is in the creed 

that she is not alone.

The soul that wanders, Spirit led, 

becomes, in His transforming shade, 

the secret that she was, in God, 

before the world was made. 

                          ~ Jessica Powers, Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit, O.C.D.