The Sharing

We told our stories –
That’s all.
We sat and listened to
Each other
And heard the journeys
Of each soul.
We sat in Silence
Entering each one’s pain and
Sharing each one’s joy.
We heard love’s longing
And the lonely reachings-out
For love and affirmation.
We heard of dreams
And visions fled.
Of hopes and laughter
Turned stale and dark.
We felt the pain of
Isolation and
The bitterness
Of death.

But in each brave and
Lonely story
God’s gentle life
Broke through
And we heard music in
The darkness
And smelt flowers in
The void.

We felt the budding
Of creation
In the searchings of
Each soul
And discerned the beauty
Of God’s hand in
Each muddy, twisted path.

And God’s voice sang
In each story
God’s life sprang from
Each death.
Our sharing became
One story
Of a simple lonely search
For life and hope and
In a world which sobs
For love.
And we knew that in
Our sharing
God’s voice with
Mighty breath
Was saying
Love each other and
Take each other’s hand.

For you are one
Though many
And in each of you
I live.
So listen to my story
And share my pain
And death.
Listen to my story
And rise and live
With me.

Edwina Gately: Psalms for a laywoman.


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