Holy Spirit, my heart is a humble home, but I open its doors to you.
Come: stay with me. Make of my being your dwelling place.
From within me, guide the steps of my life.
Give me new powers of listening, that I may hear even the quiet anguish of the lonely and forgotten.
Give me the courage and compassion to seek out the silent cries of devastation and shyness when no one else can hear them.
Give me the yearning heart to stay with the lost, neglected one
I find—and listen, even when all the voice this child of yours brings forth is a pair of searching, terrified eyes and two trembling hands, reaching out.
There, in this wordless voice, let me hear my own; but mingled with it,
yours—let the two of us hear yours: that whisper of hope that ever bids us human beings rise, together, and walk again in joy.
By, Mark Clark
English Department
