The Sisters of St. Francis of Philadelphia

I walk my life…
Emmaus bound…
Side by side a God
Whose touch I’ve felt in varied grace-gift ways.
And yet – at times –
Dismayed…
Distraught…
Distressed…
I cry—fear-filled—
“I had hoped…
“I had hoped…”
and mourn, because—it seems—
A God all-giving does not give…
A God all-present is not there…
A God all-loving does not touch…

And then
In tender tones that mingle
Love
And understanding of my foolish ways
And question why I am so slow to understand,
My gentle God reminds me
Of the gift that I have been…
The presence
Of the God-ness I have shared…
The touch of God
That flows in gentle rhythm
Through the music of my life.
And so…Emmaus-come…
I know my God…