Dozing With My Lord
Guest post by Noah Simmons.
I went to a Catholic retreat about two months ago and out of all the people there, one girl stood out. She had such a devotion to the Eucharist. Early on the retreat’s second day I was alone in the chapel just listening and I looked up to see her just praying. Looking at that love between God and one of his children was really quite inspiring, and so I wrote a short poem about it. Thanks Maggie
I’m dozing with my God
Resting in his arms
My heavy eyes are sinking
Merely nighttime vigil’s harms
Prayers are not yet finished
Sweet love not yet professed
But He has seen my heart
And knows its for the best
thanks Maggie. thanks Noah.
I’ll have to share this one with Ben. He literally was “Dozing with the Lord.”
I have a personal experience from when I was much younger that I’ll relay in another post, but it very much relates to this topic. Thank you for sharing this poem, Noah!
[…] Noah’s poem brought to mind a real encounter I had with Abba while I was in a very vulnerable emotional state. My teenage years were full of turmoil and neglect, particularly at the whims of my father. While many children have faced the abandonment of parents, the contrast between the father who adored me as a child and the man he would become as I entered my teen years wreaked havoc with my psyche with echoes that still resound today. It is so hard for me to reconcile not only the doting father of my childhood, but the absent father of my youth and also the father and grandfather today, with whom I have a amiable relationship and whose company I do enjoy. It wasn’t solely that my parents divorced and my father left, as sadly happens routinely in our current culture, but that he had full custody at the time, and my younger sister and I were not involved with my mother at all. He had chosen a new relationship over his children, and put her between us. […]