Only when you are willing to meet the world
The way the world truly meets you,
Will you cease to be alone.
When you taste the sunlight that fills
The breath between
This moment
And your skin,
When you sense the air around you lean in and
Take your hand,
When you trust the earth beneath your bare feet
Rising to guide you,
When you hear the roaring silence of a Sunday afternoon
Replace memory and hopes and regrets;
Then you will feel that gentle hand on your shoulder,
And finally open to the voice that has been whispering
To you since before light left the distant stars,
Welcoming you home,
Calling you, ‘Beloved’.