I AM.HE.SO IS.SHE

I dine
with You and my desire for justice in Your name
I sleep
With wholes of Your absence from my bed, and from my dreams
You are
here in my transcription tool
Yet not
On the lips of the prophets of this time
Plenty here
for us fallen angels
Yet were You not there
Looking down as I descended?
Missing
as I do now, as the world does now?
Texts have not
mirrored You but behind me
While I know
You are beside my stride
Between the swing of eight
and the things of great
Anger and Passion tenses my face
for You
So no tears will fall
from swollen eyes
Why don’t You raise
Your numbers together
and plainly play it to us all!?
Show us, Show me
Lest I believe, and not
You are my balance
whilst I tip across
the dangers of knowledge
where questions quarrel
and leave me
for the feast of doubt and devils
I want
I knead
I plead and Pray
for Your acknowledgement here
And the teachers will know how I sing for You
And some will give to me from amongst You
ways to make contact
But some from amongst You
will indeed my students be, and
I will be fervent in my efforts
To help them
Find You in themselves