With You

The seconds of the day

fall on me

weighted with a word

which proclaims mystery

that is love.

I am simply listening.

My living becomes response,

making of conversation—

point of meeting,

junction,

with the Life

in whom I live.

And the Word becomes flesh

every morning upon our altars.

And the Word takes up our flesh

as we commune with Him.

And He says only silence.

And He looks small and plain as bread.

And He does not ask to be seen,

while He is here.

And this is the word He says:

‘God is here with you.’

Written by our poetess Sister Rose Marie