Heureux, ceux-l\u00e0, Seigneur, qui demeurent en toi,
\nLe mal des jours mauvais n\u2019a point rong\u00e9 leur \u00e2me,
\nLa mort leur est soleil et le terrible drame
\nDu si\u00e8cle ath\u00e9e et noir n\u2019entame point leur foi.<\/p>\n
Obscurs pour nos regards, ils sont pour loi les lampes,
\nQue les anges sur terre, avec leurs doigts tremblants,
\nAllument dans les soirs mortuaires et blancs
\nEt rangent comme un nimbe \u00e0 l\u2019entour de tes tempes.<\/p>\n
Heureux le moine doux, pour qui l\u2019orgueil n\u2019est point,
\nDont les yeux n\u2019ont jamais, si ce n\u2019est en pri\u00e8re,
\nComme des braises d\u2019or aviv\u00e9 leur lumi\u00e8re
\nEt dont l\u2019amour retient le c\u0153ur \u00e0 ton c\u0153ur joint.<\/p>\n
Son esprit lumineux, telle une aube pascale,
\nJette des feux pieux comme des fleurs de ciel ;
\nIl marche sans p\u00e9ch\u00e9, ni d\u00e9sir v\u00e9niel,
\nComme en une fra\u00eecheur de paix dominicale.<\/p>\n
Heureux le moine saint s\u2019abattant \u00e0 genoux,
\nDevant ta croix, dressant au ciel ses larges charmes,
\nEt qui lave ton nom avec les m\u00eames larmes
\nQue nous prostituons \u00e0 nos douleurs \u00e0 nous.<\/p>\n
Son c\u0153ur est tel qu\u2019un lac dans la montagne blanche,
\nQui r\u00e9verb\u00e8re en ses p\u00e2les miroirs dormants
\nEt ses vagues de prisme emplis de diamants
\nToute clart\u00e9 de Dieu qui sur terre s\u2019\u00e9panche.<\/p>\n
Heureux le moine rude, ardent, terrible, amer,
\nDont le sang se d\u00e9perd aux larmes des supplices,
\nDont la peau se lac\u00e8re aux griffes des cilices
\nEt qui tra\u00eene vers toi les loques de sa chair.<\/p>\n
Pour en tordre le mal, ses mains tortionnaires
\nOnt d\u2019un si noir effort \u00e9treint son corps p\u00e2m\u00e9,
\nQu\u2019il n\u2019est plus qu\u2019\u00e2me enfin et qu\u2019il vit sublim\u00e9,
\nTout seul, comme un rocher meurtri par les tonnerres.<\/p>\n
Heureux les moines grands, heureux tous ceux qui vont
\nL\u00e0-bas, en des chemins de paix et de pri\u00e8re,
\nLes regards aimant\u00e9s par la vague lumi\u00e8re
\nQui se fait deviner par del\u00e0 l\u2019horizon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[271],"poems-book":[680],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14845","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-271","poems-book-les-moines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n