The Sisters of St. Francis of Philadelphia

You speak -
Not in words that ears of frailty can hear
But in utterances unique -
In words that call my name alone -
No other -
In hidden ways
That echo down the path of disbelief of self
And clear the clutter of a heart that doubts its worth.

You speak
In snatches of a song
Whose message shows
That heart has reached to heart
And touched the fiber of a cord
That twines my soul to something that I cannot grasp,
To someone whom I cannot name,
Recalling to my heart that all the
Somethings
And the someones
Of my life have been but
Moments
In the realness of Your
Word,
The realness that is
Love,
The presence that is
God.