Out of the depths I cry to you, O God.
                         —Psalm 130.1

I am searching for a mouth
          to speak my sadness.

I am looking everywhere for a throat
          to carry my song.

I am seeking a language
          with words for my longing.

So badly I need a heart
          to hold this love.

What will bear it?
          What will do?

Only the Body of the Beloved,
          the faithful through the ages,

the ancestors, all beings—
          the body of the whole of the universe.

I am searching you, Beloved,
          listening, open,

for you will be my speaking,
          my heart, my going forward.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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