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.
