My Fortress

Over moat and out the gate
I withdraw from the warm walls
so strongly built
and patiently enduring
of my fortress with whom I rest

Oh carefully cultivated vineyard
How I long for your fruit
which to maturity have come
and through time have borne
a taste so sweet; a cup so priceless

Oh how I love to pass through
your valleys and over your hills
I wander aimlessly and peacefully
through the verdant pasture
from which I graze

Oh how I've come to adore
the tender touch of the breeze
and the cooling rains as
they caress my face
with faithful affirmation

With longing hunger
caught by burning love
through tender adoration
I again return
to my fortress with whom I rest.

by Anthony Borrow, S.J.