prayer is your gift to us rather than what you ask of us~
In truth, I much prefer living inside the generous
pocket of silence.
There is nothing in it which can later turn around and take a bite
of my heart
After all, we never really know if we are right.
Or what right is
Every depth spelunked simply
reveals a new gulf
I must trust my words.
You have chosen
and you arrive
you have seen what stories I paint to tell of the depths I’ve traveled.
Surely, this at least, is proof that I too
can arrive to my words
and trust them to meet you in the new depth we pursue~