At Friday morning Mass
I usually sing.
I hope that, through my singing,
God will touch the hearts
of those present
bringing comfort and reassurance,
peace and love,
a sense of being tenderly carried,
a sense of being safe
in the hands of My God.

Arriving at Mass this morning
I feel unsettled
and despite my best efforts
these feelings persist
throughout Mass.

At Communion time
I sense that today, as I sing,
My God is speaking to me,
calming me,
reassuring me,
stilling my soul
and filling me with His peace.

Isn’t that funny –
how I sang
so that My God might comfort others
and instead
My God comforted me?

© Claire Murray, 1st July 2016