In the Silence of the Father's Heart
Worn out from the noise
that was driving my journey,
my hopeful feet pressed on in pursuit
of being with the One
who loved me first.
The trees, obedient to the wind, bent
down around my path and seemed to utter
one long prophetic word,
I stopped listening to the wearying
noise which shouted like billboards
and soon found His open heart.
A familiar voice beckoned me
as the breeze that bent the trees
swept across my back and ushered
“Come, my beloved daughter,
I’ve been waiting for this moment.
Be at home – my children always find
their way here.”
Away from the noise, I at last found rest
in the silence of the Father’s heart.
Sr. Catherine Mary, CFR