And in the quiet part of the day, we finally share our true words and mean them from the bottom of us. And they touch something, stir something, mean something to someone somewhere, in hope. Our words finally settle into themselves and can really bless, despite us. And in the meantime, we rush and blaze and trail to know; we interrupt ourselves; we try to react, work, guard too hard or defend….but then again, the evening comes for our words, and we know—what St John told us: “blessed are you who know and rest in The Word….” We finally place our silly unusual and gorgeous words in His-founding and finding our names hidden somehow in His. Our face comes clear dear, and we are at home with ourselves.