It will become so clear,
the voice that will arise
out of the whirling din,
free from the children whispering,
“Stay silent and safe”;
the teenagers swearing, laughing, cynical;
the jeering crowds roaring,
“Who do you think you are?”
Out of all that noise, this voice
Will be soft and certain:
“You are you,” it will say.
“Befriend everything.”
In words, in longing,
in a solitary quiver
deep within the body,
this voice will urge you on,
deeper and deeper
into your own messy humanity,
prodding you into grace and foolishness,
into heartbreaking misunderstandings
and merciful intimacy with your senses,
mud between your toes,
the soft hands of another on your hands.
It won’t direct you to bliss
or moral perfection, this voice,
but it will guide you in the direction
of your own authentic life,
where you will listen, ever attentive,
for reminders from the one that loves you.
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