Wishing For A Whale


Sometimes I wish there were a few more
Burning Bushes
in my life.
A couple more
Midnight Visions.
I’d even take a
Whale —
once in a while.

It’s just that
sometimes I feel so very
to your voice.
And I wonder why I can’t seem to
remove these ear plugs—
See the angel the donkey stops for,
Hear the voice in Elijah’s silence.

But I keep looking in the wrong
listening for the wrong
I keep trying to bring myself into communion with you—
Knowing I never can.
And wondering when the next time will come when you’ll
Shatter the emptiness
and fill me with your presence.

I keep waiting.
Knowing that if you never speak again
it was still worth it.
I will wait for eternity.



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