To pause.
Just this once.
To offer something more of ourselves
at last.
Listen.
The world wants nothing of you
but your graces, and your gifts
of time.
There will be no rushing through this.
No distant distractions
or unholy validations.
Only the returning of yourself,
to itself.
So pack your bags of wrong-doing
and of greed,
take all of your sleeping guilt and shame,
your deepest fears and your noise,
and turn it back onto itself,
in love.
Fumble around in the darkness to find it,
search often, as you lose it.
The place within each of us where it lives--
a place where we do no harm.
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