O great Creator
my thoughts tumble, fall, trip
my heart skips, jolts, jars
my breath jags, sighs, gasps
I try to still the shards piercing my mind
I am small
In your presence I wait to see your face
in this cacophony show me the way,
do what you ask
I am here
speak to me
A whisper will do
A sign will do
A silence will do
I see the trees, gaunt and still
is that you?
I see a robin going about his daily bread
is that you?
I see the sun rising
is that you?
I sit in your presence
and wait to see your face
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