In This Secluded Place

Allow these lines to invite you into God’s welcome today.

In this secluded place I meet a King.
He comes alone to drink reality
With me.
Sometimes we talk, sometimes we sit.
And sip a life that passes by the crowd
As inwardness is born--
A felted thing of power--a commonality--
A union where unmended hopes are knit
Where silence roars as quiet sings aloud.
Oh Christ, I love it here!
It is our place.
Speak Lord or not.
Touch me or not.
Show then your will and bid me wait in patient grace.
Fill all my hungry need with joy again.
With simple loaves of bread and chaliced wine
Heaven, earth and all of God are mine.

• Calvin Miller