Dear God, forgive me, I think like a person
who watches too much CNN, but then I do return
To be under the wings of Your inspiration.
How You throw on me Your glimpses of Hope.
Like fresh water over the perplexed.
I want to know Love,
I want You to know me and name me again.
All day I was your clumsy pupil.
How hard I make you work.
I forget and then you remind me to remember.
How I long today, to be under Your Letters.
Under your serene silence.
Now, the shadows fall over the city, things have changed.
The crickets and the humming of a tired computer.
I can listen to You, all dressed in awesome wholeness.
It’s been a long demanding first day of the year.
Fall 2011
10-10- 11