My Journey to God

God’s Garden

God sought a garden
For heaven’s pure seed,
The soil untrampled,
No sign of a weed.

Humble the maiden
Found worthy to hold
The promise of ages
The angel foretold.

Earth’s rhythm is set,
The heavens will wait.
When all is in line
God opens the gate.

With tremors of joy
The universe quakes.
Wrapped in its vortex
The Christ Child awakes.

By Dorothy M. Colgan

(Dorothy M. Colgan is a member of St. Meinrad Parish in St. Meinrad.) †