Silent Presence In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Moving with interior tides of spirituality, rising,
falling, drifting to and fro, letting our Lord take
me where He needs me to go.

Never asking questions, not doubting or fearing what
lies ahead, just a passive rebellious mood of light-
hearted serenity.

Knowing that God would not ask me to go into an evil
world, just accepting whatever He needs me to do, and
helping his favorite children here on earth.

Those who rebel and abuse Him seem to be most precious
to Him, keeping them close to His heart through people
He chooses to bring into their lives.

Bringing about love, change, compassion, whatever that
individual might need, being there as God leads, allow-
ing to do what is needed for each of them.

Bringing them back to God in time, a God who loves them
dearly, yet not a soul will ever hear, because I am only
a silent presence in India.