Tuesday, May 14, 2024


In the beginning, you 
were the word 

and the silence. 
You were 

light but 
also darkness.
You gave us names 

for you. You 
gave us 

stories, too 
many stories: 

how the world began, 
where the dead 

what the unheard 
soul should sing.

But somewhere along the line, 
you let us 
do the talking. You stopped 

even telling us 
what to believe in. 
You decamped 

with our memories, 
our petitions,

our offerings. 
Because you do 
not listen, 

we feel we can
ask you anything.