If I listen I can hear My Self
calling out to me,
singing in a higher key,
a voice that feels both old and new,
and small, but with a large word
waiting to be heard.
I used to hear my minister father talk frequently about his feeling that he had been ‘called’ to preach. He passed along to me a certain yearning to find a place and a work in this world that was uniquely mine. It was presented as both a gift and a challenge to be called, to hear and to respond to whatever inner stirrings might be nudging me in a partic more...
