Tuesday, November 1, 2011

I told her there is a quiet person inside me just screaming to get out.

How a thing opens, your life,
how your life opens to reveal
a deeper life, how that life is
both light and made of a heavier thing.
To the top of the mountain, to the heart
of the forest, under the ocean, covered
in dirt, hiding in grasses:  where we go
to listen and meet Him.  Why I am
an introvert.

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