i was seven
and scared
and i spoke to God--
"if i'm not good enough
then i'll just love You
from hell."
the wall beside my bed
comforted me.
i was twelve
and lonely
and i spoke to God--
"if You love me
please say something."
the fence around my yard
explained: silence
does not mean
He does not love;
only that
He is not manipulated.
i was twenty four
and tired
and i did not speak at all:
there were no words to say.
the roof below my feet
offered high wind
and a view;
then did God speak to me--
in beautiful words
i did not know.
may '09
