The rose must bloom
to breathe its essence,
the bowl must sing
to call us home.
There is no why,
but only presence,
the time to be
your soul alone.
Lost in urgent chaos,
noise engulfing all
upon the busy surface;
we should dare to fall
into deeper deeps,
and places unknown
where creation weeps
tears of fine gold.
Come in and listen,
your true name is called,
catch the smallest glisten,
this spark within us all.
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Inspired by Dorothee Soelle’s “The Silent Cry”