At the Basilica

Euphrasian Basilica, Porec


Enter, hearts in need of rest,

Tread where ancient feet have trod,

Feel the Hallow in thy breast,

Find in silence words of God;

Let the sanctuary leach

Peace into thy weary soul,

Solitude, let wisdom teach

How love can make of parts, a whole.



Turmoil without, tumult within –

this daily survival is wearing thin;

where do I turn when my heart is sore and wary?

Limbs that are strong, arms that are true,

Bulwark unfailing, I run to You;

hidden by Heart that beats a sanctuary.