Voices from a stream, then a river
swirl around me, fashioning a sound
in the place where I stand.
Words of all sizes comb over me,
pulling open the cords on the vision I see.
There in the silence, like a window opening
and a sky without limit, I lean to the quiet
under the shadow of His wings.
It’s a place without corners and a light
without shadows when I hear the voice
call me by name.
Roger Singer 