Sister Poetry

After all the swirling colors, the music,
The dance
The fragrant moment.
There is the Silent Oneness
Where your Word speaks
Often so gently
I scarcely hear.
Stillness invading my being
Calling me to Being
After all that I think I am
Is brought so fully to You
I wait Like simple lump of clay
To be formed by your touch
Your Word
How foolish
I am and yet Lord
Delight in the Littleness
And do what you can.