If you’re lucky enough to be listening,
a word may come in the night while you
wrestle with tangled sheets and
the window unit AC throbs.
When you’re wide awake
past your bedtime,
you might remember
a line you used to know
by heart.
Whether it
rises or descends,
I cannot say, only you will know
its arrival by a quiet hum
of recognition that strikes
like heat lightening,
quiet and bright.
Then you must go
to sleep and in the morning
the word will still be there
running straight through
the heart of you,
like the needle
of a compass.
You
will know, again, the way.
All that remains is to walk in it.
amen.
and amen.
love this.
Beautiful! I love it.
Beautiful! I love it.