Dear Lord
While waiting for the time to leave for school
where I’ve been asked to hear confessions,
I can feel that God’s presence leads me,
makes me aware that he’s with me.
I would say it’s an inward gift,
that God gives to his people;
and in the silence of my heart,
I whisper ‘Lord, stay with me.’
especially at this time when I’ll be
your instrument, your alter Christus:
to forgive sins of others,
to bridge human and divine
to heal relationships
and to lift them up to you.
Allowing a space for you O Lord
to speak to me through the sacrament
certain realizations come to the fore
and these enable me to see beyond
that across life’s experiences,
I’m also wounded myself,
And this makes me a healer to them.
Copyright © Mark Escobar | Year Posted 2012
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