June 13, 2008

My Journey to God

The Call of God

In the silence of the hour
I wait to hear your call
To feel your warm embrace.

I hear your call in the
Eyes of children asking
Me to hold them in my arms.

I hear your call in the
Sick and dying asking
Me to sit and listen.

I hear your call in the
Sad and sorrowful
Tears falling near me.

I hear your call in the
Slow speech, closed throat sob
Of the caller on my cell phone.

I hear your call in the
Glorious colors of fall,
The glistening snow,
The pounding rain,
The simple beauty of nature.

I hear your call in the
Cold nose pressed against
My sleeping cheek
Asking for food.

I hear your call in the
Raised Host,
The broken Body,
Asking me to accept
Unconditional Love once more.

By Trudy Bledsoe

(Trudy Bledsoe is a member of St. Christopher Parish in Indianapolis and the Order of Secular Discalced Carmelites at the Monastery of the Resurrection in Indianapolis.)

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