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Date Posted: 22:11:55 06/19/00 Mon
Author: Michelle Krysalis Bartley
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 209.14.80.217
Subject: AT HIS FEET

AT HIS FEET
Michelle A. Bartley
06/19/2K

Emptied of what used to be,
Transformed from deep inside,
Filled by love's pure mystery,
Washed clean from tears I've cried.
Blinded eyes are blessed to see,
Deaf ears can hear the sound,
Of music played in symphony,
From angels all around.

In silence now I bow my head,
While sitting at his feet,
I listen close to words he said,
So tender, soft and sweet.
Each whisper spoken in my ear,
It filled my very soul,
There was no sadness and no fear,
I've never felt so whole.

He said I have no earthly hands,
To heal and ease the pain,
For many do not understand,
The tears they cry in vain,
May I use yours, if you don't mind?
To work, caress, and heal,
Giving hope to those confined,
To know that I am real.

And then he said, I have no feet,
To travel to and fro,
To walk upon the earthly street,
Where oft I see them go,
May I use yours, to pave the way?
Through the narrow gate,
To lead a path not all astray,
Before it is too late.

Your earthly eyes I could use,
To cast some shades of white,
To those who only see the hues,
Of darkness in the night,
Your words could be the gentle voice,
To help their ears to hear,
To show them that they have a choice,
Don't need to hide in fear.

**Inspired by a quote I read by St. Teresa of Avila

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