Sea stretching out
immense like You,
strong—pulling, colliding
rising and falling
moving from a force so deep
somehow all united
so much life beneath
Only He could hold it
and He holds me
I can’t see
anything on the horizon ahead
or the one behind
“Don’t look at the sea,
look at Me.
think of the goal
that you can’t see...”
Heaven
to be with You always
Like a fisherman
who can’t see the shore
I look at the compass
You’ve given me
Just keep going the right direction—
with You,
with You,
with You
until we make it to “always”
You gave me a compass
like the star You gave the Magi
I hold You in the Eucharist
then You hold me,
like the sea
Holy Spirit,
Divine Indwelling
steering perfectly
especially when I can’t see
The Magi didn’t know
what it’d look like, be like
at the end
they just followed the star
west, west, west
“Going into the house
they saw the child with Mary, his mother…”
one day or night
they made it!
“They fell down
and worshipped Him.”
O what will it be like
that day or night?
When we glimpse,
reach, the shore,
When we go
into Your home from the sea
to stay with you always
Sr. Josephine, CFR