In This Holy Place

In this holy place, I sit and pray,
wondering how am I so blessed.
You say, “Raise your eyes to me, my Child,
and set them on my breast.

See the place, that is at my side?
I took that lance for you.
See the nails, driven into hands and feet?
There’s three, not one, nor two.

Taken for sin and selfishness,
taken for lust and greed;
taken freely for you, my Child,
so that you would be freed.

See this place here in my heart?
It shines red and blue for you;
red for the blood freely shed,
blue for the spirit true.”

The light grows dim, he fades from me,
once again I sit and pray:
I thank him in this holy place,
and slowly move on my way.

My heart yearns just to stay with him,
to have him always near;
He whispers gently to my soul,
“My Child, I’m still right here.”

 © Leslie C Dobson

Written in the square in Assisi 10/13

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.