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An Imperfect Life

poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald

The Series

 

 

 

 

 

Hiddenness

 

God is hidden, has been all along

doesn’t intervene as one expects;

if you hurt, you hurt, if you’re vexed you’re vexed;

God lets you dance your dance and sing you song

Inwardly God is known, a Presence, God is there!

(One’s own existence, an abundant gift)

One’s spirits rise, all’s right with you, they lift

‘Though others’ suffering is beyond compare -

knows human horror will continue still

sees all, but offers no responsive act

God is not an efficient cause nor fact

but a Silence; death upon a hill.

We learned, God’s justice is the holocaust,

without our waking up, then all is lost.