TWILIGHT

 

 

May your love, O Lord, make me

what I was called to be –

the words sing out from the liturgy

in your heavenly city,

your Bride on earth.

It is time, says Hosea, to go

seeking the Lord.  Here below

asking, knocking, waiting, though

my life takes another blow,

I see your broken knees.

Holding back the cries, the tears,

with your promise battling fears,

I long for, feel the end nears

while these words sound in my ears:

“I did not think

the waiting would be so long.”

© 10 July 2022 by Ruth Heredia

Archbishop Georg Gänswein recalled that Benedict XVI once told him “I would never have believed that the last stretch of the journey ... would be so long.”

WORDS

Words are worlds, they hold

high hill, rich plain,

field, forest, fountain,

rivers and seas.

Words have sound;

in my ear they sing;

in my mind spreading

ripple-like their meaning;

they come from the One,

the Word, the Father’s Son,

around me, within me,

my very life, my true love.

© 10 July 2022 by Ruth Heredia

 

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