"Lost in thick layers of gloominess
I call out, 'Where are you?'
'I'm here,' you whisper back.
As I strain to hear your voice.
'Are you really here?' I echo.
'Trust me,' comes the response.
'But I can't see,' I complain.
'Why do you need to see?'
You reply through the heavy fog,
'Is it not enough that I am here?'"
Sr. Joyce Rupp, "Fragments of Your Ancient Name"