Place your hard facts where they belong.
Stand them like sea stacks along the Pacific coast.
Allow the chaotic water, oceanic waves that
split against certainty, constellating sprays of glory.
The wonder you seek blows at you,
alerting your heart, that vital organ that thrills.
Wait now for the booming basso profundo, it will come:
Oh, the bottomless sound of God singing.
Discontent drapes me like a wet
beach towel after sundown.
I can't punch my way out of this,
wrapped in restlessness,
goosebumped with tiny confusions.
If you were here I'd find a dry
matchstick deep in your pocket,
strike a wild little driftwood fire.
You'd peel away the miserable chill
of all my pointless objections.
Breaking waves have left me hammered.
Come and content me, baby,
cloak me with all your warmth.
On the rim of this gray ocean
there won't be another comfort.
I feel so tiny.
Do you know
what a giant there is
inside of Me?