CALLING ME

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.

 

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