BEING

 

 

God spoke –

I dare not listen.

 

I  could not face

the stillness

of simply being there.

 

God spoke:

there were no words –

I simply saw

 

the suffering of others.

I could not share

 

the stillness

of simply being there.

 

One day I knew

God could not speak -

I used my eyes,

 

I saw and felt

the suffering of multitudes –

I listened to their cries –

 

then cautiously I whispered

“I am here”

 

and from my helplessness

I knew -

that God was there.

 

 

 

 

Malcolm Evison

28 July 2005