God Speaks To Us
God speaks to us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like big flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call Life. You will know it by its seriousness. Take my hand.
Michelle Long’s favorite poem (copied from here)
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