Hymns to the Church

Hymns to the Church R e considerations Gert ru d von le Fort Translated from the German by margret chanler Prologos lord, a dream of Thee lies on my soul, but I cannot reach Thee for all my gates are barred! I am besieged as by armies, I am locked in my everlasting solitude. My hands are broken and my head is bruised in trying to escape, all the images of my spirit have become shadows. For no ray falls from Thee into the depth of my loneliness, it is lighted only by the moonbeams of my soul. How did you come in to me, O voice of my God? Is it only the cry of wild birds over the waters? I have carried you to all the mountains of hope, but they too are but my own hilltops. I have gone down to the waters of despair, but they are not deeper than my own heart. My love is like a stairway in the soul—but ever and forever I am only in myself. l o g o s 23 :2 s p r i n g 2020 146 logos I can find no rest in my many chambers, the stillest of them http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Logos: A Journal of Catholic Thought and Culture Logos: Journal of Catholic Thought & Culture

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R e considerations Gert ru d von le Fort Translated from the German by margret chanler Prologos lord, a dream of Thee lies on my soul, but I cannot reach Thee for all my gates are barred! I am besieged as by armies, I am locked in my everlasting solitude. My hands are broken and my head is bruised in trying to escape, all the images of my spirit have become shadows. For no ray falls from Thee into the depth of my loneliness, it is lighted only by the moonbeams of my soul. How did you come in to me, O voice of my God? Is it only the cry of wild birds over the waters? I have carried you to all the mountains of hope, but they too are but my own hilltops. I have gone down to the waters of despair, but they are not deeper than my own heart. My love is like a stairway in the soul—but ever and forever I am only in myself. l o g o s 23 :2 s p r i n g 2020 146 logos I can find no rest in my many chambers, the stillest of them

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Logos: A Journal of Catholic Thought and CultureLogos: Journal of Catholic Thought & Culture

Published: Mar 24, 2020

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