I remember as if it were yesterday when I was praying before the Blessed Sacrament and I felt this deep desire to want to do the will of God. I had considered religious life when I was in my early twenties, but I was in college and I was fearful of taking such a plunge into the unknown sea of pondering the thought of becoming a religious sister. What would my friends and family think? After teaching for several years and receiving my Masters degree, and accomplishing exactly what I hoped and prayed to accomplish in my field; the career that I had hoped and dreamed of since I was a child, I was finally ready to be open to God's will for me. This was the poem I wrote after praying one day after mass and being still in the silence with only me and Jesus. It was then that I knew that I needed to be open to the thought that God wanted me to become a religious sister; the thought that came back to me several years after it first popped into my head. God writes our story for us, only if we let Him.
Blush of the Rose
A tale of burning desire,
and the collage of thoughts interweaving
an intricate fabric.
The yearning for a deepest truth,
the twilight echo of a gentle whisper,
and a seeking of the solemn, stillness.
A conflicting moment of grace
reveals the secret wisdom of the soul,
ignites the crimson fire, and elucidates
the hushed voice of a pulsating core.
The invitation of a divine love
inspires the intimate mystery for a passionate affair
with a sacred embrace.
A white shroud of snow conceals
the dusty surface,
and the first breath of spring
awakens the essence of a blazing splendor.
The glistening reflection of a brilliant glow
illuminates the flickering flame,
and a blushing rose emerges into
the shimmering, sunlight.