Remember


From whence we come, we know little,

and forget even that.

We are just fish moving through water,

which closes in behind and marks our passage

…barely at all.

But at our beginning, God whispered into us,

those foggy, quiet words:

Go, now, to the limits of your desire,

Let everything happen to you, every joy,

Every terror. No feeling is final.

Press on.

But remember Me,

Who spoke you out of the darkness.

And do not despair.

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