I pause for a moment,
and I hear you.
I realize I’ve been speaking,
a steady stream of words,
as if I’m afraid
of what you are saying.
I am now silent
and I hear you.
Your words are low
and they come slowly,
but they ring true
none the less.
The same words
you have always said,
simple truths,
the most fundamental.
I hear you
and I know
I am not worthy,
but you say I am,
so I must disregard myself.
Bring everything
that I know to bear
under the light
that I have avoided.
You speak of hard things,
but do so
with compassion.
I could never doubt,
in any world,
your love.
You care,
encourage
and nurture
all the best parts of me
and ask me
to heal the rest.
As I sit
silently meditating,
I eventually notice
you have stopped speaking.
I can feel your eyes on me,
a gaze I look away from,
as if afraid that I will be exposed.
When I look up
I don’t see my accuser.
I see you,
in radiance,
much like the day.
My fear melts away,
replaced by fullness,
as you reach out
and embrace me.
I hear you.
I see you.
I feel you.
I acknowledge you,
in everything.
HG – 2022
