MYSTIC MONDAY MYSTERY # 2  Where Shall I Find You?

MYSTIC MONDAY MYSTERY # 2  Where Shall I Find You?

[When anyone reads a variety of mystic poets he or she will be surprised at how these poets are much more similar than different. What’s more, their understanding of God and their views of organized religion tend to echo one another. First, take time to read, reflect on, and pray with this mystic poem. Afterwards, read and answer the poll question.]

Lord, where shall I find You?
Your glory fills the world.

Behold, I find You
Where the ploughman breaks through the hard soil,
Where the quarryman explodes stone out of the hillside,
Where people earn their bread by the sweat of their brow,
Among the lonely, the poor, the lowly, and the lost,
You are with them in blazing heat and shattering storm.

Behold, I find You
In the mind free to sail by its own star,
In words that spring from the depth of truth,
Where endeavor reaches undespairing for perfection,
Wherever people struggle for justice and freedom,
Where the scientist toils to unravel the secrets of Your world,
Where the poet makes beauty out of words,
Wherever noble deeds are done.

Behold, I find You
In the merry shouts of children at their play;
In the mother’s lullaby, as she rocks her baby in the cradle;
In the sleep falling on infant eyelids,
And in the smile that dances on sleeping lips.

Behold, I find You
When dawn comes up golden bearing gifts,
And in the fall of evening, bringing peace and rest from the Western sea,
In the joy that flows from heaven with morning light,
In the current of life flowing day and night through all things, throbbing in my sinews and in the dust of the earth.
In blades of grass beyond count, in every leaf and flower.

Behold, I find You
In the wealth of joys that quickly fade,
In the pulse of the life that comes from eternity and dances in my own blood,
In birth, which renews the generations continually,
And in death, knocking on the doors of life.

O my God,
Give me the strength never to cast off one in need,
Never to bend the knee before a haughty tyrant,
Give me strength to lift my spirit about the trivial,
To bear lightly my joys and my sorrows,
And in love to surrender all my strength to Your will.

For great are the gifts You have given me;
The sky and the light.  This my flesh.
Life and soul –
Treasures invaluable, treasures of life and love.

[Quick! To what faith tradition did this mystic belong? The answer will be posted tomorrow.]

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About Paul Wharton

I am a cradle Catholic, a native West Virginian, and a priest since April 24, 1982. Spiritual Direction has made a tremendous difference in my life and I encourage people to try it out. My motto is "Progress not perfection." I am grateful that God has done for me what I could not do for myself.
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2 Responses to MYSTIC MONDAY MYSTERY # 2  Where Shall I Find You?

  1. Fr. Paul,

    It is because of posts like this that I have awarded your website The Illuminating Blogger Award. You may find the details of this award at my website:

  2. You throw down the gauntlet of a challenge of the deepest discernment on our parts; you even chide us to find that place deep within us where mystically we might discover Truth; we dutifully take up your challenge; we brave the potential of searing disappointment; you promise the results; and, yet, they do not come.

    All I have to say is, tsk.

    Nice poem, though.

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