Telling of our Stories

“My eyes can no longer hide the wondrous fact of who you really are”

We told our stories, that’s all.
We sat and listened to each other
and heard the journeys of each soul.
We sat in silence entering each one’s pain
and sharing each one’s joy.
We heard love’s longings and lonely reaching out
for love and affirmation.
We heard of dreams shattered and visions fled,
Of hopes and laughter turned stale and dark.
We felt the pain of isolation and the bitterness of death.

But in each brave and lonely story
God’s gentle life broke through
And we heard music in the darkness
and smelt flowers in the void.
We felt the budding of creation
in the searchings of each soul,
And discerned the beauty of God’s hand
in each muddy, twisted path.

And God’s voice sang in each story,
God’s life sprang from each death.
Our sharings became one story
of a simple lonely search for life
And hope and oneness in a world
which sobs for love.
And we knew that in our sharing
God’s voice with mighty breath was saying,
Love each other and take each other’s hand,
for you are one though many, And in each of you I live.
So listen to my story and share my pain and death.
Oh listen to my story and rise and live with me.