God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Weekly poems come via Alison McGhee– with a great deal of gratitude for her wonderful curation.
Condofire 
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Alison! I just found you here! I’m sending this to Jeff now. We miss you! Come visit us in Richmond, VA! xoxoxo Janet
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