Issue Date: March 26, 2004
POETRY
Magnificat
What if I am wonderfully made, not just a cosmic coin
toss 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
me, You have not found me lacking and the me-ness of who I am, my real
presence, is stunningly alive and beautiful beyond my wildest
dreams? What if my darkness is not dark, but 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
and wait as I took shape and then when I became broken you would dare to
come in to my broken-home of a heart? And if I cannot hide -- nowhere
to go but fly to sunrises, or mountains or
valleys or deserts -- and you
relentlessly nip at my heels and nag at my weary
self, 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
least -- the rhyme and the reason of it all, and settle into the hidden
depths: You are there.
-- Marian Monahan Suwanee, Ga.
National Catholic Reporter, March 26, 2004 |