Revernece

Quite before You now I sit
Listening for Your voice,
Waiting for Your touch.
I ponder Your goodness.
I struggle to grasp all that You are
And all that You would have me to be.
In wonder, as a child trying to comprehend
How his mother knew what he had done,
I try to understand Your ways.
I whisper softly the words of Samuel, the child,
"Speak, Lord, for your servant hears.”