I. The Sound of the Presence of God
(waiting for pathology report)
I have a pulse, my heart still beats. Cancer hasn’t killed me yet.
In the silence my ears hear the sound of my own blood.
That gentle, quiet, persistent sound –
the sound that is left in my ears when all else is quiet –
Isn’t that the sound of Life itself?
The sound of the Presence of God,
in whom I live and move and have my being?
Isn’t that the sound of
the all-encompassing, all-invading, all-embracing,
the gentle and transforming, patient and persistent,
the aggressive and agitating, troubling and terrible,
the forgiving and formidable, demanding and determined Presence,
Who will not be denied?
II. The Voice of God
The voice of God, the Mysterious Other
Who invades – and is – my Life
pulses in my ears
sings in the birds
squeals in the brakes of wheels on metal tracks
cries in the pleas and silent needs of the suffering
proclaims Love in a thin whisper in the depths of my soul.