YHWH, my Father (Part IV)

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)