Listen, listen,

listen to

the whispers

of something new stirring…

Subtle echoes on the breeze,

they tumble softly

over and under

one another,

weaving their song,

slowly gaining

momentum

until, no longer

contained

they

burst forth

with shouts of joy!

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So…

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I respond to you, aware

that I do so as an

inadequate person,

called to an

impossible task.

You open

the way before me,

and by grace the

un-chartable paths

unfold beneath my feet.

Whilst I inadequate still,

stand in awe

as grace comes

weaving her life

through mine

she draws me forward,

to live

beyond the boundaries

of my knowing.