Out of the corner of my eye
God beckons.
That gentle nudge,
that quiet wee voice
invites me, calls me,
draws me in,
ever so gently,
ever so constantly,
insistently, persistently,
calling, calling.

A whisper that I hear
in the depths of my soul,
glimpses of God that I see
as I journey.
A voice that calls me
to be His,
to love, to give, to forgive
even when others
don’t understand.

The wee red light
that shines in the darkness,
that draws me in
and means
God is home.

© Claire Murray