From the corner of my eye 
I watch her stare blankly at the computer screen 
she is so full of emotion and truth 
so busy fighting back tears 
that she can barely sit still 
I turn to face her 
that I might reach out to her 
but something is holding back my arms 
something keeps me silent and still 
it is the spirit of grief 
asking me to wait my turn.

let me live among you 
let me show you the essence of who I am 
let me uncover the depths of your life 
perhaps we will be able to hold one another 
discover what God has intended for us 
and figure out our place 
here in the great and growing universe

I stand in the midst of your noble ethos 
having devoured manuscripts and stapled packets 
I know a central truth lies sleeping in every faith 
and that when sitting on the head of a pin 
one may survey the divine landscape 
I see that history works like a ragged dog …