To be relieved of oneself
is the greatest freedom.
To escape one’s own incessant pleadings,
For what is to be found in such desultory speak?
Nothing it seems,
but the impractical,
and more often than not,
There is only one voice,
other, yet the same,
that speaks as I vacate myself-
kind mother, wise woman, friend.
It is the voice I will not silence.
Instead, I welcome her to that place of being,
where birthing, believing, and beatification are born,
where listening and living become the house of prayer.
- l. katherine roberts