YHWH, My Father

o let the sounds move past words
to You's and me's, to the place where breath
stops breathing seeming senseless. only do not let words
mean nothing, since, as You know,
they are sounds and sounds touch and touch means (something).
then i feel the wide stretch of oceans
the size of oceans, and deeps beyond depth--
till the voices stop. the worlds cease.
till eternity waits and listening
beyond time's limitless thought
making what is and what is not all sound
together in a cacophony and mantangledmess, swirled
seagulls and light dusted windows into
all that was and is and may come around
to mean to me and You what You meant it to mean.
everything You are and everything in-between.