are You behind this bush?
is that You in the thunder?
how does it feel to tear the ground as the shoot sprouts?
God what is with You
that love is the pang of fear and sorrow in every hope?
that pain is the residue of all devotion?
that despair only is left all commitment devolves to nothingness?
maybe in Your darkness
there is Light too bright for mere eyes to see
maybe in all throes of love
lie the hate of being bound in the earth
but as every cry comes unto Your cold cruel vastness
where is the Ear therein to hear? where the Heart in You?
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