Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Good bye, Mr. Right

I'm giving up that one fine morning
of waking up in bed with the guy
my heart would willingly
fall in love with and die for.

I'm giving up the sumptuous breakfast
we’d peacefully have on our dining table,
those sandwiches, fruits and milk
beneath a meaningful conversation.

I'm giving up that great company,
those hearty laughs, hugs and kisses,
those books we'd read in comfort and silence,
and our exchange of wise words.

I'm giving up those ecstatic Sundays
of lifting up our hands together in worship,
of uttering prayers, singing praises
and giving warm embraces.

I’m giving up that wedding ring,
that sacred promise at the altar,
those tears of overwhelming gratitude
and that loving and tender kiss.

I’m giving him up, Lord.
I’m letting go of “Mr. Right”
if he really does exist.
I surrender my romantic dreams to You.

I'm choosing You, Lord.
I'm choosing to have fine days, meals
and promises with You!
I'm choosing the cross and the habit.

Lord, You are my One True Love.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

He calls

It hit me like lightning, 
one sunset,
while I was on bed, holding my rosary.
I was talking to Him,
prattling, actually,
and begging.

Then, it paralyzed me for a minute,
my eyes and mouth agape.
It took the form of a song,
that old and very familiar one.
Here I am, Lord
Is it I, Lord?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go, Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.

Its words struck me deep, as always,
yet this time, 
it was sweet and piercing,
heavy yet weightless,
cold and burning!
But I held on to it,
and savored it in my mouth,
then down my throat.

It felt warm inside.
It went deep beneath my skin,
then into my bones.
Finally, it captured my heart,
every inch of it,
every valve and chamber,
every cartilage and muscle,
every vessel!

Next thing I know,
salty tears were streaming down my cheeks.
It was my longest one minute.

Yes, it hit me like lighting -
His voice.
Trembling, I acknowledged,
"God is calling."