Here I am,
ready for You,
whose voice I no longer
recognize.
Teach me now
to listen with my heart,
to open my senses
and pay attention
to what cannot be named.
If You call me
to a new language,
I will go slow,
but I will taste and roll around
the tempo on my tongue,
the rhythm that rolls,
the breath between words.
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