You reached out to me today in a song,
Though you didn’t know you did.
And I heard the sound
And answered,
Though you couldn’t hear it,
Or perhaps you did,
And answered on the wind.
And perhaps I will hear the sound of your reply
One day, in a song, or in the way a leaf blows in the wind.
And round and round we call, round and round,
Until finally we come back home
To the very sound
Of each other’s voices.
Won’t that be well? Yes.
That will be well with us both.
God give me patience for the day.
