My Journey to God

Memo

Though our songs of praise be sung
With a less-than-silver tongue,
God delights in every note
Bursting from a grateful throat.

Though our garments may be frayed,
God notes only how we prayed.
Did we keep our thoughts in line
As the priest prayed over wine?

Did we walk, eyes straight ahead,
To receive the sacred bread?
And, returning to the pew,
Did we show the homage due?

By Dorothy M. Colgan

(Dorothy M. Colgan is a member of St. Meinrad Parish in St. Meinrad.) †