You, the voice that I know
because you know me,
because you call me by my name,
the unsaid name you gave me,
voice of silence, speak.
Utter me into myself.
Shepherd of my soul,
lead me into my body.
Lead this kept sheep
out of my want.
Through this death-shadowed valley
bring me with you.
I obediently follow
to perfect freedom.
Out of the sheepfold
comes a flock of love.
by Steve Garnaas-Holmes