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the voice called and i went
i went because the voice called

but the Voice has been silent
no. silent seems too strong a word
he has been what he will always be
its my heart, my soul, my body that have been...maybe...hidden
deep in his side so that i cannot hear or see or even feel
at least not in the ways i'd grown accustomed to do such things
i am learning a new way

i assure you, friends, i am not lost
i am not forgotten, i am not without hope
it's just dark and quiet in this space
but i am finding contentment
i'm finding that if i rest, if i trust,
if i forego my desperate desire for control
i can feel him breathing

i don't know what it is he is breathing into or over
but His breath is life
and knowing that is truly enough
it is more than enough

So i pray, friends, that he breathes in your direction, over all that is hollow and lifeless. and if he happens to be breathing in another direction not yours, may you hear him breathing and have hope that somewhere he is bringing something back to life, at work, making all things new