January 13, 2006

My Journey to God

The Call

It began as a whisper
Nearly impossible to hear
Like soft and soothing air
Flittering first here
Then there—“Surrender.”

Stronger now, the breath of a man
The embrace of a friend, enfold
The loving shepherd and teacher
The path of life behold
From my brother—“I have a plan.”

Rapidly rising, more severe,
I will lead you by the hand.
Why are you troubled?
Your way to the Promised Land.
A voice rumbled—“Do not fear.”
Blowing, it grew to a gust
Drawing ever near
For a message of love
Becoming more clear
The word from above—“Trust.”

At last, the gale force from the seas,
You will bend but not break,
If you but follow My Will
I have called for your sake.
Rebuked winds, “Quiet! Be still! …
Peace.”

By Jeremy M. Gries

(Jeremy Gries is a member of Nativity of Our Lord Jesus Christ Parish in Indianapolis and a seminarian for the Archdiocese of Indianapolis at Saint Meinrad Seminary in St. Meinrad. He wrote this poem in the fall of 2003 when he was actively discerning entering the seminary.)

 

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