Yes, sometimes I hear you.
In times I never count
I can almost hear you calling me
Through a little yellow flower along my way.
Yes, I sometimes hear you
But on many times, I choose not to.
I don’t know.
You made me this way.
Listening, but only for a while.
Sometimes I feel you.
In moments when a friend
Hugs me I could breathe her breath
And I know inside her were you
Wanting to hug me tight
And I breathe you in
But soon forget that I had
I don’t know.
You made me this way.
Feeling, but rarely remembering .
Sometimes I walk with you
When the road seems smooth and sure
I could see your footprints in beat with mine
And even when the road lurks dark towards the end
There is someone to cast my fears out
And I know it’s you
But many times I hesitate.
I don’t know.
You made me this way.
Believing, but not always.
Sometimes I couldn’t contain
The mystery of how much
You tolerate
This being who incessantly wonders.
Of sometimes and oftentimes.
-h
19 July 2009
Sacred Heart of Jesus Novitiate
