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
20th Century English-born poet
and lay minister