The silence of Your wine
My words fall upon deaf ears
so I tap them out; like an old movie,
more apparent in black and white.
Perhaps, following Your lead, I hope
for an intimacy through my fingers
unattainable through throat and tongue.
We are all tired of words, You say.
But, words from You have become my comfort.
I'm ready, o Lord, to abandon
this conversation and communion
which sustains my faith and yet
increases my thirst; but, in their stead,
fill my throat, o Lord, with the unchallenged,
unforced, unutterable silence of Your wine.
O child of God, there's no one to hear but God,
so you write poetry.