A poem …

Deus Absconditus

“Mother Teresa … lived much of her life tormented by doubt. … looking for God’s face … often all that stared back at her was the face of human suffering.”

— Richard Rodriguez

I see now
What I missed: How
You were always there,
Looking through the eyes
Of those afflicted, their gaze
Revealing a presence I mistook
For absence. I see now
In the beauty of their pleading
You were always there,
Your voice sounding
In the weakness of their sighs.
Day after day you revealed
Suffering’s aloneness, your own
Sense of abandonment,
Transparent love I took
For emptiness. I could not turn
Away, held steady beneath
The solemn weight of doubt,
I see now.

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