The Voice That Speaks to Me in Silence

The voice that speaks to me in silence
knows many things,
and everything it knows
is simple.

It is not like the knowledge
of the scientist,
or the philosopher,
or the podcast intellectual.

It is more like the knowledge
of the sparrow
who lands on a sturdy branch,
right near the trunk,
when the winds are too fierce to fly.

The voice that speaks to me in silence
knows many things,
but it does not know hatred
or hurry.

It speaks like wind
and is forever saying:

come home,
come home,
come home.