Monastery of the Visitation

 
                            



  

I was hungry, not for food  -  but for a smile & all I got from you was sour looks.

 I was hungry for a word of encouragement  -  but all you did was criticise me …

 

I was thirsty not for a drink, but for a word of recognition, but all you did was to give out to me, speak gruffly to me.

I was thirsty for a sign of friendship, but you just shunned me  -  and made me feel small …

 

I was a stranger, and you refused to have anything to do with me.

I was a neighbour, and you would not allow me into your club because I was a different class …

 

I was naked. Not because I lacked clothes, but because I lacked self-worth and you looked down on me.

 I was stripped of all self-confidence and you made me feel the chill of disapproval …

 

I was sick, not in body, but with doubt and worry and you never even noticed.

I was wounded by failure and disappointment and you couldn’t care less …

 

I was a prisoner, not behind bars. I was a prisoner of loneliness and you gave me the cold shoulder.

 I was a prisoner of guilt and you could have set me free by forgiving me,

but you let me languish in the psychological prison of guilt to further punish me …

 

I was homeless not for a home  -  made of bricks and mortar, but for the want of sympathy and understanding

and you treated me as if I were a plank of wood. I was homeless for the want of love and you locked me out of your heart …

 

 

But then the King might say -

 

I was hungry for a word of encouragement and you praised me.

 I was hungry for a word of appreciation and you thanked me …

 

I was thirsty for a word of recognition and you took notice of me.

I was thirsty for a sign of affection and you wrote me a letter  - you gave me a call …

 

I was a stranger and you made me feel most welcome.

I was a young person from a bad area and you gave me the break I needed  -  you gave me a job …

 

I was naked for self-esteem and you covered me with self-worth.

 I was stripped of self-confidence and you dressed me in a cloak of confidence …

 

I was sick with doubt and worry but with your cheerful attitude you lightened my burden.

I was in the pit of depression and by your patient attitude you gave me hope …

 

I was a prisoner of loneliness and through your friendship you released me from that prison.

I was a prisoner of guilt and through forgiveness you set me free …

 

I was homeless for the want of sympathy and understanding and you listened to me.

I was homeless for the want of love and you took me into your heart …'

Amen