YOUR PLAYMATES

Reading at Waimea 06/06/09

sunset_1I was born for you;
what do you want of me, dear?

Look at all that has come from your wish:
the forests, the streams, the mountains
the fields, every creature:
are these not your playmates?
Do we give you comfort, God,
in Eternity?

We were born for You; don’t be shy. Beloved.
Just tell us what You want

but in a language
that makes us
smile.

—St Theresa of Avila

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