A Sunday-poem from Mother Mary Francis:
"Be Still, and See That I Am God" (Psalm 46:10) Grief went to serve sub-poena upon God: Come to the witness stand. Defend Yourself From accusation that You've sudden grown Inadequate to parenting Your world Or me or all whomevers. Where went Abba? Has no one seen Him? Shrill cacophony Demands Him. But He's nowhere to be seen. Down cosmic boulevards loud seekers sought Him, At impotent Omnipotence raised cries. How lapsed skills managerial? Why is Desk of Divinity left unpresided While worlds and hearts keep shouting: Where went Abba? With hounds of noise they hunt Him, turn their beams To show Him. But He's nowhere to be seen. Out of loud forum blast the cries for Him To show His face, exhibit as of old Ability to order hearts and planets. That chorus drafts my membership, save I Venture such cavern as admits no sound, Enter alone the cave where breathes my being Contingent wholly on His own and risk Faith's total silence. But then, You had foretold it! In stillness I have seen that You are God.