God

Somewhere in the dark recesses

The desolate shores

The still waters

Of my silent heart

I hear a voice

Neither young nor old

In this timeless time

Space less space

Is a core of being

That in its gentle hand

Holds my suffering

As a quiet hand

Gently folds a rain drop in its palm

How futile is it to run away from this voice?

How futile is it to catch the rain?

How futile is it to be deathly silent?

How futile is it not to hear my soul?

In it are vines that gently 

Twine around my sadness

In it are shallows for a wandering bark

To moor for a while

In it is a lamp steady

(Not the sputtering candle that I often am

Flickering, shuddering in the world's breeze)

In all the noise least of all is the noise of quietness

The sound of peace

The gently tolling bell

That brings my heart to its knees

Now I am hushed like a soft carpet

Examining the designs of my life

Undoing threads here

Adding a patch there

Following a pattern

Stepping over a softness

Now I am like a solitary street lamp

Brightening the dark leaves

Glittering diamond like

The drops of rain

Brilliantly suspended on leaves

And branches

Now I am like a sea's hum

A wave's rhythm

A carriage's rhythmic steps

Now I am like a piano

Waiting for a tune

Waiting for a song

Waiting for a silent space

Between those musical notes

In that space is my voice

My friend

My light

My lamp

My soul

Infinitesimally small

Infinitely tender

Patient in suffering

Quiet in endurance

Ever forgiving

Ever germinating

A small seed

Watering its growth

A kernel of tranquility

In it is pure love

Purity itself

Compassion unbounded

By shores that can never limit it

In it is my faith

In it is God

There I find my peace

My rainbow of discontent 

Quietens 

Shimmering colours bleed into one

Coldness like ice

Thaws

And peace trickles

Gently

Anointing me with grace

There is my religion

Not far away at a stone altar

But close by in my heart of hearts

There is my spirit

Dipped in the gentle dye of God

It needs neither comments

Nor commentary

Neither explanation

Or the lack of it

It is prior to explanation

Lying down in a planet of freedom

There lies my God

There lies my Grace

For that is my God

And that God is my peace