Caught up in life and troubled thoughts,
I could not see the faces,
Of people whom I bumped into,
Like I was running races.
With things to do, deadlines to meet,
I didn’t need distractions,
Or condemnation for my haste,
And thoughtless, selfish actions.
Then in my ear I heard a shout,
A voice out of the blue,
“Child, stop with all your running. Stop!
I’m waiting here for you.”
I turned but not a single soul
Was standing there by me.
Just a sign that read “I’m waiting”,
Nailed to an old oak tree.
I hurried on, but in my haste
I couldn’t help but wonder,
About the voice inside my head
That sounded just like thunder!
“STOP now! I’m waiting here for you!”
This time I turned to glare
At a little Catholic chapel,
Just beyond a garden stair.
The chapel seemed to call me,
Though no more words were said.
I crossed the pretty garden spot
Toward the church ahead.
Before me hung a wooden sign
“I’m waiting here for you.”
Why not, I thought, I’d go inside
And find myself a pew.
I stepped into the house of God,
And smelt the strong incense.
I quickly fell upon my knees,
My body going tense.
Upon the altar, standing there,
A monstrance with the Host,
I bowed before the Lord my God,
Son and the Holy Ghost!
My heart vibrated with the words,
“Been waiting here for you.”
So I told him of my many trials,
And that I loved him too.
A blanket seemed to cover me,
Of sweetest, gentle peace.
Then all the things that bothered me
Were gone and worries ceased
A tender love infused my heart,
I sat in silent prayer,
In adoration loving him,
Without a single care.
Much later as I rose to leave
My spirit all renewed,
I felt the words within my heart,
“Be waiting here for you!”
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October 3rd, 2013
Donna Sue Berry
Catholic Poems from the Heart of a Red Dirt Oklahoma Girl