I yearn to be at that place where
there is a certainty of call.
Where the “thin wall” between God
and my soul is but a whisper;
Where time and place and call are seamless.
But I’m not there. Not now.
For me that connection between call
and answer is still a hoped for future.
Sometimes there is a glimpse of The divine.
I will hear a quiet answer to a prayer
or a piece of music will lift up a
melodic presence of God.
I sense the call is always there,
and the problem is me.
I’m like a faulty radio;
the signal is strong, but the receiver is weak.
Michael Soika has been a community activist for more than 30 years working on issues of social and economic justice. His work for justice is anchored by his spiritual formation first as a Catholic and now as a Quaker.