Poem April 16, 1979 Issue

Before I called

Mary H. Gill

God's Word is always spoken, as I learned
when, through dark hours of confusion, fear,
I longed to hear His voice,
needed to feel His presence,
found myself crying out
"Father, please speak to me. I'm listening!"

Even while my voice was crying
I could hear Him say
"I am speaking."

Suddenly all the walls of
me-shutting-Him-out were down.
All the noise of me-crying was hushed.
There was no need to plead, for He was everywhere—
no separate me
trying to reach Him, but together,
God and His child, at one, in peace.

And the answer, I found,
had been there from the beginning,
before I called.

Mary H. Gill

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