I need to be alone with Christ
To go to the deepest well
The sanctuary of love, hope, peace
And drink my fill.

To become a friend of my frailties
And so a friend of the weak
To gently touch in them and in me
The wounds of Christ.

To find what is strange inside me
The anguish beyond my control
To make a friend of the stranger within
And the one I meet.
To acknowledge the hurt I carry
To feel, in my grief and pain,
At one with rejected lonely souls
And dare to love.

To welcome the need, the poverty,
The truth of who God sees I am
For there will I find living water
And all is well.

© Diane Coleman 2005