TERESITA TANSECO-CRUZ
You called me but Your voice was faint
Buried beneath the mountain of my concerns
I heard only the constant pounding of a fearful heart
The relentless refrain of an anxious spirit.
You called me but Your face was clouded
Your loving gaze upon me l couldn’t behold
Your image washed away with tears of self-pity
I saw only my own pain, over the remains of frustrated dreams.
You called me but Your touch was imperceptible
For how could it penetrate the unyielding shield of my self-indulgence?
I felt only the coldness of empty pursuits, of inebriating attachments
That filled my days but couldn’t nourish my soul.
YET YOUR LOVE WOULDN’T LEAVE ME ALONE
You waited faithfully and called again, and again, and again…
I had wandered so very far and you came looking for me
You found me – lost and trembling from hunger only You can satisfy.
At last I hear Your call and now say YES, Oh Lord of all my being
Let Your voice resound in my grateful, trusting heart
Let your face appear before me in flaming sunsets and in the ghettos…through loved ones and strangers alike…
Let Your touch permeate each fiber of my resolve to break the shackles of my self, and cling in freedom to Your waiting hand.
December 8, 2003