If perhaps you can only make a real discovery once in your
life, let it be that of yourself.
Let it burst like water over a dam;
Sound, like the crash of waves that a sea throws against the
base of a cliff – causing a drenching, a refreshing, an
anointing.

Let it be like a baptism sending you out into the world with
clothes wet and clinging so that at last you may be outlined
definitely. No longer hidden, but described as an outward
shape – made beautiful in your obvious presence.
 
                Here is your self made solid in clay. Each line and
curve describing some aspect made tangible, perceivable,
real!
 
                For it is now and you are here: wholly yourself, and
made flesh in a birthing whose experience leaves you
breathless, new … alive.
 
                And your voice, out in the wilderness, repeats over and again …
I               am               made