Silent God

This is my prayer --
That, though I may not see,
I be aware
Of the Silent God
Who stands by me.
That, though I may not feel,
I be aware
Of the Mighty Love
Which doggedly follows me.
That, though I may not respond,
I be aware
That God -- my Mighty, Silent God
Waits each day,
Quietly, hopefully, persistently,
Waits each day and through each night
For me.
For me -- alone.

Edwina Gateley, There Was No Path So I Trod One (Source Books, 1996)