Leaning

In the dark night,
tempestuous with spirits tossed,
it is not my mind that tells.
Tonight, to You, I whispered:
“My heart knows You,
my heart knows You”
and some Spirit leapt within.
It has always known You.
Before I spoke a Name,
I spoke in groanings ever deepened–
deep calling to deep.
So You washed over me,
till You broke me into beauty,
till I learned to come up leaning.
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