September 28, 2012

My Journey to God

Teach Me, Lord

In the stillness
of this holy space,
I watch her haltingly
take each step,
caressing each pew
in a tender embrace,
shuffling to her
weekly place.

Her arthritic back
arches forward
as if bent in
holy adoration.
She reverently closes
her eyes in prayer
as I sit beside her
in silent admiration.

I take her gnarled
hand in mine.
Her lips speak
not a word to me.
In this moment,
we become one
in the presence
of the Holy Trinity!

My soul whispers,
“Teach me, Lord, to
caress each soul
along the way,
to quietly drink my pain
in the cup you’ve poured,
as I walk the same path
as this gentle soul.”

We seem to ignore those
who journey ahead
as if we are traveling
different roads but
this gentle Spirit
next to me is your holy
witness to what is—
the shadow of my
soul!

By Madelyn Denniston Keach
 

(Madelyn Denniston Keach is a member of St. Paul Parish in Sellersburg.) †

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