Waiting,
I sit in silence as I listen
for the Voice which calls me forward.
Turning,
I move about my cramped quarters.
Hearing,
I note the soundings that engulf me--
thump-thump, swish-swish, glug-glug, shh-shh.
This is a noisy place.
Growing,
I bump into my outer limits,
a sanctuary fertile with its purpose.
Tasting,
I drink in abundant flavors.
Feeling,
I touch textures which envelop me; they
speak of warmth, security and meaning.
This is a sumptuous place.
Seeing,
I perceive the light and darkness, shapes
which filter through the membranes closed tight.
Knowing,
I am known by my true name.
Hiding,
I am not hidden from the One who
skillfully has wrought my inward, secret parts.
This is a shrouded place.
Stirring,
I hear the Voice which says it's time--
time for wonder, adoration, love.
Time for breath to make my own voice heard among the chorus,
to know as I am fully known,
and praise the Voice which calls me forth to life.
This is a glorious place.
