October 13, 2006

My Journey to God

The Other Nine

I rushed into his arms,
Shed tears that drowned my voice.
While gratitude seeks words
Are tears another choice?

Compassion filled his eyes
As he looked into mine.
He gazed around then asked,
“Where are the other nine?”

He asked me where you were.
I said, “They’re coming, too.”
I set no time or day,
I left that up to you.

What good are good intents
If left on musty shelves?
We know he will forgive.
But how forgive ourselves?

By Dorothy M. Colgan

(Dorothy M. Colgan is a member of St. Meinrad Parish in St. Meinrad. This poem was inspired by the Gospel story [Lk 17:11-19] about Jesus cleansing 10 lepers.) †

 

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