For those who seek

For those seeking

Her name was Mary, a quiet woman,
petite, thoughtful, from which silence flowed,
it was like a river, I just like being around her,
something healing about here inner quietude.

“My trust in God was shaken”, she told me
one day, “in Kenya”; she went on, “I saw so much
that my trust in God was for a while disturbed,
healing took some time, but it is mending.”

The path is often dark for those seeking,
for our senses and our mind powerful
though they be, cannot grasp the infinite,
at times only coldness and quiet faith endure.

I only wish I could have talked to her more deeply,
perhaps some light could have been shed for me,
yet our faith leads us on the darkling path
toward a light and love unfathomable.

Yet called and upheld by grace we endure,
for the cross we all bear is real;
God with us in our struggles and failures
calling us “arise and walk”, and yes
mercy calls and we answer,
slowly deepening our faith,
letting go of human pretensions about God,
allowing the purifying fire to heal.

Yet deep within there is joy,
always,
for what we seek is simply that,
infinite joy.