The promise sounds distant, spoken to a people long scattered, yet it names something that happens close to home. Presence returns and dwells in the very center of a life, not off at its edges. What was empty at the middle fills again.
When awareness settles into the heart of a person, that person stops living as a rumor of themselves. The mind quiets, and the noise that passed for a self grows still. Then the whole of you is called by a truer name, and the ground you stand on feels set apart. A city of truth is simply a person no longer at war with what is here.