Your heart is infinite
and infinitely simple:
It is for me.
You come to me where I am.
Hidden.
Blinded.
Longing.
“Where are you?”
“What do you want me to do for you?”
“Why are you weeping?”
You saw me there.
You healed me then.
And at the sound of my name on your lips
I find my Life.
-Madison, CFR Postulant