Saturday, April 30, 2011

Sister

I hear you when I stop
praying and start listening. It's never
about what I wish
would happen. You say
so we are here now and I
got you.

I hear you after
I've tried everything else outside of myself.
You are not my self
but you are in me.

I know your voice and
I hear you when you say here
I am.

It's not about knowing anything, not
a damn thing.
It's about landing well with open eyes and
and open heart. You say that.

I don't listen until
I have no choice.
Sister, you say, I know.

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