And is it worth
anything? you wonder, to see
God’s tears in the rain, His
authority in the sun. So what
if my words fall short and my
petitions roll like sand dunes?
I think of the dove and wonder
if it also witnessed the rainbow.
Whether my palms
unfold like petals or grovel
in the dark I believe there is
a doorway in the asking. And is
it worth anything? you wonder,
to scream into the waves and
hope my clover reaches dry land.
Perhaps you have mistaken
my posture; I am only pleading
for patience as I await
the silence in which another
voice may speak.