THE MORNING POEM
Last night the rain spoke to me.
THE MORNING POEM
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Last night the rain spoke to me.
A calling that follows us through every wandering, every forgetting— until we turn, at last, and recognize the One who never left.
A twinkle before time. A blink that became creation. And within it all, the quiet remembering that who we are was never separate from the stillness that first dreamed us into being.
A gentle invitation to step out of shame and into belonging, Wild Geese reminds us that we do not have to be perfect to be worthy of love. You are already part of this world—just as you are.
Beneath the noise of memory, beneath the ache of all that has been carried… there is a quiet place within you that has never been touched by harm.