Beheld

I turn

looking away from myself

The Dawn appears

Beauty unparalleled

My eyes widen with grace

Transfixed

in receptive waiting

I gaze faintly discerning

Am I the one who has been seen?

The wind carries a voice:

“Hush, dear one, hush.

Listen and understand.

The Father’s blessing is not withheld.”

Extending my heart to the Dawn

In trustful surrender

I rise to perceive:

Ah, all is well,

The Beautiful One was there first

holding His Heart out for me.

Sr. Catherine Mary, CFR