Thursday, May 7, 2009

Dearest God,

I nearly gave up hope today. Deep hurts tugged at my weary soul. I could not see the light. I wept into my blanket, controlling the sound of my deep cry. Where are you? I asked. I felt myself sinking into that black place where light is so hard to find.

But then I turned. I took out my CD player. I grabbed hold of John Michael Talbot, a rock singer turned monk two decades ago. Here is someone who knows the darkness and the light, I thought to myself. I plugged myself into the music, sacred sounds of hope, of goodness and beauty. I let my soul go, searching for the light. My pulse slowed, my heart found its rhythm, my soul found its peace. I fell asleep.

You are
my peace,
Great God
of hope.
I turn
to you.
Who else
can give hope?
Who else
can turn
the darkness
into light?
Who else
can manifest
agape love?
Who else
but you,
God Most Holy,
God of Love,
God of
my soul?

Love, Andrea