Reunion

I'm searching for You, God
Show me how to pray
I hate these clumsy, constant words
That have worn my love away.

I'm afraid to look into Your face,
So bound by motion and by fear-
Too crazed with doing
To think, to rest, to even hear.

Bring me back to simple love
I long for this one thing:
To know again the gentle whispers
Of my Lover and my King.

(May 2005)