Heaven In My Heart - Poem by Don Nguyen
Jesus resides in the chamber of my once distraught heart,
The human flesh tabernacle which now contains the entire Heaven;
The gross misfeasance, as it seems, from the most generous Creator and Redeemer.
But God is Grace, and Grace longs to give Self up, to impart
Himself upon any unworthy fickle but contrite heart,
Which often does not seem to fit to welcome, not alone to contain.
Thus, celestial hosts envy my heart that is now allowed to enclose the Divine;
Angels dare not enter in, but only to adore afar from the doorstep of my soul
While my God, my Beloved, is resting in the very center of our intimate repose;
The earthly dwelling of a God is my soft vulnerable glum human heart;
For Glory is His if human weakness is mine;
No treasure is sought after if the quest is not a fine binding.
Thus conversing with Him will make my heart grow leap and bounds.
My Lord then shall heap His blessings and riches boundlessly
Upon His servant who has spent time to contemplate the ancient Divinity;
He has longed to be his Jesus' companion while forgetting the whole world,
While finding more creative ways to sing in praise,
To set ablaze the perpetual flame in his unworthy sorrowful heart
In order to say that he loves Him with the deepest sincerity,
Fully aware of the fact that he in effect
Has traded in his nothingness to acquire the greatest Divine riches.
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