On hearing our own voice

Can we hear our own voice?

In a world full of noise, this isn’t easy.

How do we know it is ours and not the echo of others?

Does it sound like us?

Is it a voice we want to be around? A stranger we want to meet, whom we wish others to know.

This coming home to ourselves is unfamiliar, and we might mistake it for another.

Yet our voice is like our fingerprint. Unique.

Yes, it may be a little scarred and rough at the edges. And we might have to learn how to look after it better.

But it is our gift to use. And it can be a gift to others if we choose to use it well.


May all that is unforgiven in you,
Be released.

May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.

May all that is unlived in you,
Blossom into a future,
Graced with love.

+ John O’Donohue, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings, Bantam Press 2007

Listen quietly, with awe 🌿