My prayers fell on your ears,
like single drops in a rainstorm.
I listened for your answer,
my eyes open, my body still,
my breath paused, expectant,
you lay silent, or when you spoke
you spoke with the voice of the hum
of living.
Why is it you call me to discover
a truth you know but cannot share?
Your words, luminous, silently remain
like glittering sand, shifting with each
edition. I don’t know what you meant
by that. I called you to interpret for me.
You lay silent, watching, waiting.
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