In stillness deep, beyond all sound,
the heart becomes a holy ground.
No longer self, no longer mine,
but a vessel shaped by Love divine.

The fire burns, yet does not kill,
it purifies the wounded will.
The passions fade, the tears now flow,
and from the ashes virtues grow.

By grace, not nature, man ascends,
where heaven and his heart are friends.
The uncreated Light shines clear,
and God Himself draws near—so near.

Not to dissolve, but to become,
a son reborn, the Spirit’s home.
For Christ took flesh that we might see,
what man was meant by God to be.

O radiant Lord, in mercy raise
this dust to always sing Thy praise.
That in Thy light, made pure, made free,
I may become an icon of Thee.

Dejan Živko