September 26, 2008

My Journey to God

An Hour with Jesus

The perpetual flame flickers
As sweetness fills the air.
The scent of incense falls like a veil
When, alone, I spend an hour with Jesus.

How calm and silent I become,
My stress lifted from within.
Pain and fear just disappear.
Mere joy of being fills my soul
When, alone, I spend an hour with Jesus.

Come, be part of this silent joy.
Bend your knees
As I bend mine and,
When you are alone, spend
An hour with Jesus.

By Trudy Bledsoe

(Trudy Bledsoe is a member of St. Christopher Parish in Indianapolis and the Discalced Carmelite Secular Order.) †

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