All that matters is to be at one with the living God
to be a creature in the house of the God of Life.
Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace
and at one with the master of the house, with the mistress,
at home, at home in the house of the living,
sleeping on the hearth, and yawning before the fire.
Sleeping on the hearth of the living world
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great assurance
a deep calm in the heart
as of the master sitting at the board
in his own and greater being
in the house of life.
A lovely meditation by D.H. Lawrence (1885 – 1930), the English novelist, poet, playwright. I came across it in a small collection of poems by various authors, Poems to Live by in Uncertain Times, published in 2001. The book, conceived in the wake of September 11, is edited by Joan Murray, who also wrote a heartfelt Introduction to it in which she reflects on the role of ‘literature as equipment for living’. The title word, pax, is Latin for peace.