Listening to the deep whispers

Sometimes we need to stop and listen.

To hush the noise and sense the deep whispers that have been trying to reach us all along.

Gideon Heugh’s poem, You, is one of those whispers whose echoes we need to hear.


You are a wild and gleeful thing,
nudged by lavish grace
towards all the astonishments,
and nothing can stop it
or you.

You are not a mistake.
The earth aches for your singular life,
for the miracle radiance
of purely, specifically

The shakings and the dark noises
of a man-made world
cannot compete with your hallelujah blood,
your hosanna spirit,
or with the gentle fury of hope.

+ Gideon Heugh, from Devastating Beauty, 2018

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿