The prophets searched for you, Lord.
You blessed St. Elijah and his brothers,
as they wandered in the mountains of Carmel,
long, long ago.
Now, I am searching for you, Lord,
in the garden of my Carmel,
you led me into this quiet garden,
you showed me not only beautiful flowers
but also a mountain to climb.
It is a very high mountain, Lord,
with rocks and thorns along the way.
Like the prophets of old,
I am searching for you there.
I am afraid.
I have to continue searching for you,
to climb one step at a time,
hoping to see you in this mountain.
It is so high, Lord, and I am so small.
Along the way, I stop and linger and rest.
I see this fountain and drink from it
The waters quench my thirst, and refresh me
like the summer rain.
I am alive again.
Jesus, my Lord,
You are the fount of living waters.
My strength fails me often and darkness frightens me,
but when I eat your bread and drink from your cup,
you breathe life into my body and soul.
I will always savor these waters, Lord,
along my climb on this mountain,
because I know that as you blessed the prophets of long ago,
you will also bless this wandering, faithful, and thirsty soul.
by Lydia G. Suasi, OCDS
June 30, 2007