you're beginning to notice that you can't even cry in peace you can't even be in despair like you used to be

you can't feel hopeless for long like you used to you can fill me there it's like i stop you

you i still you.

And you pull yourself together.

I watch you from every angle, through every pair of eyes waiting for you to recognize me.

Do you see a bird or do you see me? Do you see a stranger,

a teacher, your partner, or do you see me? Can you feel me looking out through yours,

recognizing myself everywhere? This is praise. This is worship.

This is real prayer.

Listening for the prayer that I've been praying since before the beginning for you.

Listening to the sound of my name, all of creation, is singing.

Do you hear a bird chirp?

Or do you hear my name?

Can you translate real time?

Are you hearing this voice speaking these seeming English words or do you hear my name?

Isn't it just my name?

Tune yourself so that every sound is me. Everything points to me. Can you expect me this time?

I'm not just giving you what you know is coming. I'm giving you freedom. I'm giving you back your sense of security.

The sense of knowing that I am with you and would have never brought you here to abandon you.

To teach you a hard lesson. You do everything the hard way. Yes, you are always rowing upstream,

carving a new path, carrying the entire weight of the world

on your shoulders. But I control the river, no matter how fast or how hard you row or what direction

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