Prayer in the Office

Where is my solitude now, my God?

Where the peace, the stillness

That I might find You?

Where the silence in which to hear

Your voice, my God?

Is it that I must seek You out

Anonymous,

In the constant stream of callers?

That I must hear Your voice

In the telephone calls and

Conversations?

Is it that I must look for You

In the endless stream of traffic which

Passes my door?

Where are You, my God,

When I have no solitude

In which to stop,

To turn and look at You

In silent greeting?

Edwina Gately