Issue Date: March 26, 2004
What if I am wonderfully made,
not just a cosmic coin
one out of two, with a slight nod to the boys,
but created with
sacred mindfulness and rhyme and reason?
What if, after youve searched
You have not found me lacking and the me-ness
of who I am,
is stunningly alive and beautiful beyond my wildest
What if my darkness is not dark,
an opening into the
light, night shining into day,
in communion, one, like us.
What if You
have created every part of me --
such a job well done that you would watch
as I took shape
and then when I became broken you would dare to
to my broken-home of a heart?
And if I cannot hide --
to go but fly to sunrises, or mountains or
valleys or deserts --
relentlessly nip at my heels and nag at my weary
sleeping to the
wonder of it all,
then where can I run?
What were you thinking when you
read my thoughts or
when you closed in on me --
in hot pursuit of one so
overwhelmed as I?
Too much to understand,
I relinquish -- for now at
the rhyme and the reason of it all,
and settle into the hidden
You are there.
-- Marian Monahan
National Catholic Reporter, March 26, 2004