a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Unasked, Answered

How many times did I plead
Okay, begged
My days demonstrable requests
but not a word said
Not even one of those head voice prayers
Doubt sewed my lips together
And still I made my appeal
Without making it
Wretchedly obvious what I need, grace
You replied gently
Landed your benevolence like butterfly feet
Upon my doubting heart

His Particular Particles

Midnight Blue Bastards