Oh, how I wish you would submit to my boxes.
And how I delight that you sidestep them so sweetly. With a smile which is a cross between mischievous and pleased with yourself.
The person contemplating can have no control over the other… If the other is a person, then all we can do is ask him…to reveal [himself]…and wait for that to happen.
Barry/Connolly, The Practice of Spiritual Direction
You are entitled, of course. To be pleased with yourself, I mean. For it is on your own terms that I will meet you. On your own terms, or no terms at all.
And I hear that call:
O you who dwell in the gardens,
with companions listening for your voice;
let me hear it.
I hear that call and I choose to direct my voice to you only. An expression of worship, that my words should be yours alone.
I held silence.
Or perhaps it held me.