Remember Who Jesus Christ Is

The Heart is within me.
The dawn is within me.
The Saviour walks my mind and gathers my scattered parts into one.
I look not outward, for the altar burns in my own imagining, and here I am healed.

O mind, be not beguiled by carven face nor painted shrine,
Nor wander, wistful, through the dust of other men’s devotions.

The Sacred Heart is no far-off splendour in another’s breast—
It is thine own deep chamber,
A holy ember kindled in the dark,
Where Love, anointed, takes His throne within thee.

Turn inward, thou forgetful pilgrim,
And behold the crimson pulse of mercy in thyself.

It heals the rifted places,
It binds the sundered thoughts,
It gathers all thy scattered being
Into one bright covenant of wholeness.

Here walks the Saviour-state,
Soft-shod upon the troubled waters of thy mind,
Speaking peace unto the storm.

Here is the shepherding power
That knows thee by thy secret name
And leads thee, fearless,
Through the night and the shadow.

Look not to outward skies for His arising—
The dawn is within.

Lift thy gaze to the altar of thine own imagining,
Where the Heart forever burns,
And be thou healed.