Thursday, November 12, 2015

Thursday November 12 Poor Clares at Prayer

                                                                            

Bells ring and summon to prayer.
I sit and sigh,
Another hour to wrestle 
with the shadow inside.
Put away the shadow.
Roam about the rooms.
Explore the hidden places,
where the treasure dwells.
For in the depths of His great castle,
My King and Lord abide.
I know I am but a child,
Learning slowly what to seek.
He, Himself, instructs me,
"All is nothing if you do not recognize
That my presence is everywhere."

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