"It is not thou that shapest God
it is God that shapest thee.
If thou art the work of God
await the hand of the artist
who does all things in due season.
Offer Him thy heart,
soft and tractable,
and keep the form
in which the artist has fashioned thee.
Let thy clay be moist,
lest thou grow hard
and lose the imprint of his fingers."
I just ran across this prayer by St. Irenaeus today. I love this part:
"Let thy clay be moist,
lest thou grow hard
and lose the imprint of his fingers."
Katherine, many thanks - I love this!
ReplyDeleteIf I can find the time, I will post something about Irenaeus which may fall into the category of, "... and now for something completely different." But complementary, I hope!
Would be great if you could post that, Jim.
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