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Poetry
Prayer and Reflection can find their expression in poetry...or poetry can become prayer. The following poems were written by Sr. Jane Abeln, smic
Word of God Lord, Word of the Father, "Dabar" – Word that does; Holy Word, here I lie, My word rising because Desire and dream drive me. But, Word of God, fullness Of sound, my heart is hollow; Here I lie, too alive To die, too much of ego to follow You, my Dream, my Desire. Word out of void, creative Lord, my word turns To cheap verse, like Nero’s while Rome burns— Mere echoes ‘ mid atomic ruins. I and my word, we lie, While the living Word Rises To be what it says. O at last, Draw me from my surmises To rise and to do with You. I am waiting on You, Lord I am waiting on You, Lord, Hoping You’ll ask me for a drink when You sit by the well. Last week You asked another woman here, promising to give us living water. I am waiting on You, Lord, hoping You’ll sit beside me, drawing up my secrets— my longing for You alone and my guilt over wayside lovers. But even if you don’t see me, Even if you funnel Your love and mercy to another lonely sinner, to ignite her heart and dry her tears, even so, my Lord, I shall be waiting. ******** Now I am waiting on You, Lord, no longer for Your key to freedom— You’ve given that already! But I want You to know that I believe, so when the crowd’s scorn burns, You can seek my cool space to rest. Now I am waiting on You, Lord, No longer for Your Living Water— I’ve drunk and been satisfied! But I want you to find me here so when a friend walks away, You can find a place to weep. Lord, what fool am I to write about my waiting? Only this I know: that my fistful of wildflowers and my cup of warm tea— gathered and prepared with a little care, ready me to let You be who You are: my saving master, Lover-Lord, for whom I am waiting still.
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