The melody of a flute

The melody of a flute
 
Last night I lay in bed
listening to my heartbeat.
 
I heard the sound of one hand clapping.
Above my roof, a roll of thunder.
 
Or was it my stomach rumbling?
Do I want to live in the body God gave me,
 
or continue to roam
the phantasmagoric realm of my mind?
 
My Lord’s hand upon the pen,
my every poem emerges
 
from His Word and His silence,
a psalm of praise
 
from me to Him
and from Him to me.
 
O child of God, obsessively you wander the wilds,
pursuing the windswept melody of a flute.