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.