Leave the noise of the traffic of ideas.
Ignore fear’s nicknames for you.
Find an empty place.
Naked trees bear witness without speaking.
among sparse grasses like light.
The sea breathes in and out.
A single bird descends overhead.
Only God can say your name.
This deserted place won’t tell you who you are.
Listen to it.
deepening throughout the day,
as the world sinks into the mystery
that spoke it.
Chance of light, with partial darkness,
—April 5, 2018