Grace and Peace to you.
Does not wisdom call out?
Does not understanding raise her voice?
— Proverbs 8.1
When the Spirit of truth comes,
she will guide you into all the truth.
— John 16.13
But you won’t hear her at first
because you were expecting a man,
someone in charge, someone who would
tell you what to do, how to think,
not the quiet voice of a woman
who’s already given and lost so much
without regret that she’ll let you
ignore her, without ceasing to love you,
someone who’s given birth enough to know
to let go and never let go, to care
and not to care, to hide her secret
in the strange language of your guts.
But sooner or later you give in
and learn to wait while she stares
into the stirring pot of your eyes
and listen long enough to hear
as well as she does, listen with
the tuned drum of your heart,
the wisdom of your pulsing cells,
the body of God in you,
vibrant and yearning and at peace.
Knowing where her joy lies in you,
sensing what it longs for, how it feeds you,
when it stirs, when it rests, you wait
not for a command but a touch, an unspoken
connection, the looks that dance between
you and your confident sister,
your close companion, the Quiet One.