Pat Munk

Attending in readiness waiting
My soul meets yours,
Enter, Oh Holy Spirit,
Creation's Lord.

Tending in rapt devotion
Spirit's gentle touch --
Open as an infant's gaze
More insistent than any pain.

Open in steadiness attending
Creation's one and all,
Trusting Its wondrous tenderness.
Am I at least Its child?

Something of supreme rightness
Lies at the heart of Life...
Like a star or a single white rose
Sufficient in Itself...
Yet It reaches everywhere
Whispering Itself.