Oh, how my heart yearns
to hear the stillness of the Voice
that speaks to my inner soul.
My longing seems unanswered.
He comes and the absence is
full of completeness. I Am
beckons to my cries of anguish
and comforts my coldness.
The warmth of the Light is
the food for my travels. I
wander yet am led.
I Am, he is the life of my soul.

January 10, 1988
Michael Winn