Spring/Summer 2001 Newsletter

A Moment With the Lord

By Joanne O'Rourke, NYC

I asked the Lord for favors
And thought he never heard,
His message was be silent
And say your sacred word.

I asked he give me knowledge
So I could better pray,
You learn my will by being still
Was what he seemed to say.

I asked him for the gift of faith
So I could spread his word,
He said, be free, just trust in Me
For I'll decide who's heard.

I beckoned then for wisdom
So I could change the lands,
He did request I learn to rest
And leave things in His hands.

I told him from his gentleness
My spirit would renew,
He said let go and let Me grow
For I created you.

There's a spirit deep within you
In my likeness which is true,
With all life's pain, it's now turned feign
It's time to make it new.

If you won't sit in silence
You'll never hear my voice,
You only know one way to go
And you always make the choice.

And so I rest in silence
Wondering if I'm heard,
The thoughts do flow, I let them go
And say my sacred word.

Other Spring/Summer 2001 News Articles

Fr. Keating's Commentary | President's Letter  |  Spanish Corner  |  A Poem  |  Book Reviews  |  Updates