A gradual suspension of known language
takes over this morning
for an allowance of primordial sounds
so that sighs and hums
like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’
leap from the depths
and rise as holy smoke.
I hope they reach your dwelling space
no matter how transcendent
or here you are.
You do this:
take words away,
make me yours by making me desperate
and dumbfounded all in the Name beyond
every name.
I groan with creation,
pray from my belly
cry with delightfully haunting knowledge
and sit in awed silence because
I am in love with you still.
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