She Helps You Read the Unwritten
The Beloved comes to you as your own voice.
All questions answered before all spoken.
The key to silence is the open door.
The Beloved sings on the high roof
where all minds hover.
She speaks in the flowering chamber,
the one that is all windows
the one that is the pulse,
the stem of Her life in you.
She helps you read the unwritten.
Adds you in every moment
into Her book of Psalms,
turns your page
that you may see
there is just one,
and it has no corners.
She has news of yourself,
reveals it in lightning bolts
of discovery
makes you as naked as the wind
in Her hair.
Then you thank yourself
for being Her
and being there.
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