Thursday, September 12, 2013

 Foam on ditch water, and red osier dogwood leaves.

Today, because I was worried for someone I love, I tried to pray like I used to pray, with words that I trust God to hear. There was only silence and absence. I am patient.

I floated out into empty air
a prayer.
Can anyone hear me?
If so, are you near me?
I felt no arms around me
so I let nothing surround me.
And yet
in the emptiness fullness abounds;
full is the silence with endless sounds.
I seek because needing,
my need itself knowing:
the seeking is the showing.

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