August 12, 2005

Tenderness

Clothe me in your tenderness as
a protector from the storm.
Allow the folds of your love to
encircle my soul and guide my
heart to your everlasting
bliss.

Wrap me with tender compassion,
cover me with your mercy,
that I may drink from
your abundance.

Move me, O Lord, from the
reality to this word into the
sacred sphere of
yourself.

Still my impatient heart
and wandering thoughts.
Enclose me with calm and
silence.
Refresh me with
living water.

By Trudy Bledsoe

(Trudy Bledsoe is a member of St. Christopher Parish in Indianapolis and the Order of Secular Discalced Carmelites at the Monastery of the Resurrection in Indianapolis. Her poem was inspired by the love and compassion of Jesus as recorded in Mark 1:41a, which begins, “Moved with pity, he stretched out his hand, touched him … ") †

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