Then shalt thou call, and the answer comes, Here I am. The promise turns on a small condition. First the yoke is lifted, the pointing finger drops, the empty talk falls quiet.
So much of what keeps a person unheard is his own noise, the blaming, the accusing, the endless commentary that crowds out any deeper voice. When that pressure on others is set down and the mind grows still, the presence that was always near can finally be felt. Here I am had never gone far. The answer grew audible the moment a person stopped shouting over it.