Sacred Whispers

When you were a tiny voice

you were easy to ignore.

Later you were a blister,

a chronic pain,

a nerve that  ignited other nerves into chaos.

But I liked your spunk,

liked the way you two-stepped around the house wet

and barefoot, dragging in grass from the soles of your feet.

I get it: you don’t want to live on your knees.

But the sacred whispers grow louder,


until I begin to dance,

until the sweat pools into salt crystals,

until I cry uncle

And plead for mercy.


If you’re interested in more thoughts on grace, read my book Tao Flashes. Or visit me at or on twitter @taoflashes.


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