The Inner Voice of Who Knows What

the pilgrimage: Henri Nouwen and my own topsy-turvy little heart

break forth.

what makes you


what proves you


(of whatever it is you’d like to be worthy of)


goodness and worth,

the intangible desirables

of every life looking for… who knows what… 


from within you and me and all of us


goodness and worth

come blaring, flashing, streaming

as blinding rays

into your cracked, crusty, imperfect exterior

into crevices dug by hurt and fear

into the deepest ravines of brokenness in your soul


and up comes the sun, 

goodness and worth peeking out

from the cracks

and look!

then your light will break forth like the dawn.


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