Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A poem...

I’ve been quiet inside -


no words for the mystery.


When death comes suddenly


God comes close –


so close


that grief and grace get tangled,


loss and love are one.


I’ve been standing still in the desert –


sandals in hand


before the flame that will not consume.


I know God is here

comforting widow and orphan.


I've been praying at a tomb


knowing my brother lives.


New plans now


for an unexpected future.


I know God is here.


because Jesus wept.


Sister Vicki Ix, OSB