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:

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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.

 

Give me your hand