The voice
that was no voice at all
spoke distinctly
although it was not audible
it is a precipitous journey
going into the depths of another's heart
this entering the heart of another
can only be done by identifying with them
and that is excruciating
loving people means ascending the mountain of faith
while touching my own fears
my spirit shudders
causing a silent cry to rise from within
the intimacy of eternal belonging
a place hard to get to
yet one that lives within
and beyond
the very present
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