For the sacristy

Last week when I returned to the motherhouse of the Sisters of St. Francis of the Martyr St. George I saw a wonderful poem taken the chapel of St. Joseph's Hospice, Hackney, London. It reads as follows:

Your God is listening
As His grateful friends adore
Tread softly to His presence
And gently close the door.

A noise may change the current
Of another’s train of thought
And steal from God the glory
Deep thinking would have brought.

At Holy Mass you’re kneeling
On Calvary’s lonely hill
A God is dying for your sins
For His sweet sake KEEP STILL.