Sacred is the Call

I went away to the woods and water
expecting to meet God.

Instead I met Myself.
And we swam together for hours in a
blue pool of desire
for silence and beauty and
stillness so strong that it threatened to drown me
with its urgency and longing.

The skin of my fingers and toes
curled into rivulets,
water flooding my ears,
I emerged as if from birth again.
Naked, alone, and new.
Certain of only one thing,
that God had whispered my name
and my soul reverberated like a gong.

It is still humming within me you see.
With a sacred call to
witness to the wild mystery
at the heart of the world.

-Christine Valters Paintner

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