I prayed

Hungry
for the time you blessed me

I prayed
and I could not sense you there.

I sat
and I did not hear you.

I waited
and you did not move.

I tried to know
but I could not know
that you held me.

Alas, I prayed for the feeling,
not for you.

Then, when I have given up,
something unseen descends,
something unknown arises,
something within emerges.
It is I.
It is you,
I AM, in me.


Sometimes still
I cannot believe.
But I can be here
and let you.
 

   —March 5, 2018