No need to take a leap of faith.
You have already drowned
in the Grace ocean.
Each tumble and trough is Jesus
rising and falling in the waves
of Mary's womb.
From the edge of heaven
to the center of a belly-atom,
one breath.
I'll wait for you here
where death sparkles
at the nadir of a sigh.
Then you'll be a child again,
resurrected by the next inhalation.
There is no such thing as silence.
The void is a sea of infinitesimal bells,
the deepest emptiness a song
pressed from nothing by an inward gaze.
Descend into the chorus of your heart.
Nearly imperceptible, that sound
of bliss creating the world.
If you become the least of these,
my little ones, you'll hear it.
You can't even make a mistake
without Me.
In the brief abyss of hesitation,
or the missed heartbeat of doubt,
You choose my presence.
I carry you in the arms
of astonishing love.
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