No Words

Would that I were silent

            and that my thoughts

could be shown to you through the sighs of the fallen pine  needles.

                        Would that God was a being that I could kiss and hold

a being that I can

understand and know.

            There are

no

words.

I haven’t any for you Spirit.

I’m sorry.

If the ever present moon could

show us all that it knows

maybe we would not be so angry.

If the sun could glow more brightly

and sear us all to the point that we are ash beings

red and blistered and ready to rise again.

                        I am ready to be born anew.

I have been baptized in water.

In burning sand I have been baptized

            I have fallen and tumbled through air waiting to land where I am known.

                        I have strayed God.

I placed myself in the embrace of a soft knife on

whose edge I have walked until my feet bled.

            I          

have drifted

for so long.

I have forgotten how to move my legs.