YHWH, my Father
let the world led me out beyond
the stretch of time to timelessness—
looking over a round horizon—the very earth is a blur
between thousands of unimagineds and redefines
when can i be with You? oh, of all things, the Maker,
of all things, the very center,
the high, wide, deep and longing for You,
letting all this be…
let it be.
You have boundless energy,
looking over the fence—people upon people
they talk, click, move, question, wait
complain, forgive, wonder, anger, move over
laugh, hurt, find and listen
when can i be withYou, YHWH—
there in the silent cosmos, in the bright daylight,
in the moving crowds of dimly burning wicks
smoldering in a sunset of Your presence—i am fine, here…
in my house, a kitchen, writing on a table,
looking at a world that’s more or less like me—
and do i see or listen or wait?
i am beyond question
(as are You, and i am Yours)
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