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January Writing Challenge

Week # 4

Thank you, Graham, for this challenge.It gave me the push that I needed.

Spirituality, from my point of view and my experiences. It won't be the same for everyone.

Raised in a Catholic Italian family

Catholic grade school was great

I attended grades one through eight

The pledge of allegiance and prayers every morning

Even at a very young age

God and my Catholic faith relate

Back in those days

Catholic schools were staffed by nuns.

Holy Family School which I attended

Staffed by the Sisters of Mercy

I found the nuns at times to be scary

As I grew older it happened rarely

I married a sweet Catholic fella

We shared our religious faith together

Raised our three daughters

To have a strong faith.

A strong belief in God

To this day still

Going to church on Sunday

Has a special meaning for me

Years passed by and my young girls.

Grew up to be young adults

Something changed through the years

It hurt my heart deeply

Two of my daughters

Are no longer going to church

They are good, educated, talented young women

The choice is no longer mine

It is theirs and theirs alone

Through them, things have shifted a bit for me

I have come to realize

It is not necessary to attend church

To be a good Christian person

Take a walk in the woods

Speak to God on your journey in your own way

Be awakened to new ways

You can connect to God.

Attending mass on each Sunday

Singing with my church choir

Something I have done for many years now

Is an enlightening, beautiful religious experience for me

Prayer and music come together for me

It is not the same for everyone

I do appreciate and love Those who see spirituality

In a different way.

Kathleen Ludwig 01/22/25

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Cathey Cone's avatar

I thought last week was my favorite challenge prompt until I got to this week. There is nothing more meaningful in my life than my relationship with God. This poem is about a time when I was struggling to feel His presence. When I was at the end of me, I found Him.

In the silence it came.

In the space between when I spoke and when I heard,

the absence of noise left room for the knowing.

In the quietude of soundless waiting

came the revelation of understanding.

I am not my own. I am an empty vessel

longing to be filled with infinite love

and peace that surpasses logical thought.

When the questioning, speaking, pleading paused,

before the answer was imparted,

came cognizance and comprehension.

Awareness of my inadequacy and frailty

ushered in the surrender of my own will.

Awash with inconceivable acceptance

and intimate affection that opened my soul,

only then did I feel you pour into that parched vessel.

There was the answer.

In the silence it came.

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