my prayers? a She or He? They? sacred
Androgyne? an omni-Person writ
large against here and now forever?
Does "watch" or "listen" or "feel" suggest
anything to You? Or are You the
What at the root of all faith? a free
It? Being Itself? an infinite
Something in every finite something?
Do You change when we change, like the trees
dancing at the invite of the Wind?
resisting the chill weight of the Wind?
pushing hard back to alter the Wind?
Are my sweats to assign Who-ness and
What-ness useful? warranted? worthy?
Or do I speak of You better with
awed silence? Is Not better than So?
Is it enough to know that in You
I live and move and have my being?
