I am winding down, and in my last week in the Co Galway village of Oughterard.

My time here has been deep–deeper than I perhaps even know.

I’ll be ready to leave and yet feel sorrow at leaving: the village and its many characters; the beautiful house where I’ve been staying; the towering, sheltering trees; Phinn the cat; the fresh, cool air; the cows, horses, donkeys and sheep…


Moments of great calm,
Kneeling before an altar
Of wood in a stone church
In summer, waiting for the God   
To speak; the air a staircase   
For silence; the sun’s light   
Ringing me, as though I acted   
A great rôle. And the audiences   
Still; all that close throng
Of spirits waiting, as I,
For the message.
                         Prompt me, God;
But not yet. When I speak,   
Though it be you who speak   
Through me, something is lost.   
The meaning is in the waiting.


6 Replies to “KNEELING”

  1. Bob Rueger says: Reply

    “The meaning is in the waiting”- We are not too good@ waiting – But the experience of waiting makes us whole.

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Well said, Bob…yes.

  2. Meaning, waiting. Still have no idea what all my waiting had been about and why so much trauma.

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Maybe we never know, I’m thinking Barbara…that we consent to continue to wait, in the unknowing, though…maybe that is everything.

  3. “Through me, something is lost”…..aaaggghhh! Thankful am I that He! does not let go of me!

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Kneeling, waiting…He is there kneeling and waiting with us…


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