Then from the cloud came a voice that said,
“This is my Beloved, my Chosen; listen to him!”
—Luke 9.35
Set aside what you believe. Listen to him.
What is he saying to you,
in this moment?
Let go of what you think:
what do you hear?
Become a calm meadow
and wait for the breeze of God
to whisper.
Wait for a small bird
to settle and sing.
Reading the texts,
saying your prayers,
silence your thoughts.
Shut out the preacher,
listen for a fainter voice,
from so deep within it’s from beyond,
purer than words,
the voice that wants you,
loves you,
creates you.
The voice may surprise you,
contradict or confuse,
but it will shine with light
from beyond all death.
Listen for the voice
that calls you from your tomb
into the light.
The breeze stirs,
the small trees bend.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net