Prayer
You
speak -
Not
in words that ears of frailty can hear
But
in utterances unique,
In
words that call my name alone,
No
other,
In
hidden ways
That
echo down the path of disbelief of self
And
clear the clutter of a heart that doubts its
worth.
You
speak
In
snatches of a song
Whose
message shows
That
heart has reached to heart
And
touched the fiber of a cord
That
twines my soul to something that I cannot grasp,
To
someone whom I cannot name,
Recalling
to my heart that all the
Somethings
And
the someones
Of
my life have been but
Moments
In
the realness of Your
Word,
The
realness that is
Love,
The
presence that is
God.
Sr.
Ann Marie Slavin, OSF
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