Wednesday, June 13, 2012

My dearest God,

The music brought you to me.  My weary soul felt hope invade my spirit.  At once I knew your living presence in my breath.  Peace came.

On good days I feel my spirit accompanying you in the wondrous pilgrimage of faith.  Joy fills my soul when I recognize I am on your path.  But on difficult days I feel a sudden departure when I latch on to worry or fear.  I sense my stepping away, slowly moving down a side path, always darker, more treacherous, leading to a certain nowhere.  Sometimes someone going in the opposite direction, those who learned the lesson and chose to turn around to join the pilgrimage once again, will whisper, "Dead end," they say, "dead end."  As I watch my "friend" move on, I suddenly realize what I have done and I hear the invitation to exchange my anxiety for hope.  I turn and find you beside me.

Who cares
as much
as you,
Living Lord?
My heart
is filled
with gratitude
for hope found,
for love...waiting.

Love, Andrea