Oh, but show me
something simple!
What do you want?
I beg you, show me the
raindrop
that does not reflect
eternity. Where will you find it?
Who are you?
Where is the moment
that stands sufficient?
Where is the thought
that points to none other?
Where is the wolf that
howls to itself?
Why did you create me?
“I thought the bee had
a broken wing.
It buzzed, crashed
curling in agony on its back.
I wondered if killing
it would be a mercy,
and was glad when it
rose to the skies.”
When will you stop speaking in riddles?
And how they hurt, the
angel choir
with their hearts and
anxious feet,
they who walk the
fiercest fire
and hold tight the
judgment seat!
How to learn what they
desire?
How to learn what you desire?
“We planned you, son,
your
father and I. You’ve
got a purpose.
You’re not an accident.”
Echoes of duty and
eternity.
It was raining. What to
say?
“Our Father, who art in
Heaven…”
What do you want?
But wash me clean in
your grace,
your water,
your fire.
“Where were you when I
laid
the foundations of the
Earth?”
What do you want?
“And if you watch me
through the window…”
“Would have to cry if I
didn’t…”
“…river that laughs as
it runs.”
What do you want?
“He was a good man,
may he rest in peace.”
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
“For the Kingdom,
the Power,
and the Glory are
yours,
now and forever.
Amen.”
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