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
August 24, 2006
