In the heavy silence
of a gathered throng,
he stood before us,
asking us to reach
toward whatever we believed
in soul-bound silence,
and ask the Universe
the most audacious wish
we held most dear.
Spirit in the room with us
absorbed all ambient sound.
I closed my eyes,
beseeched the
Great Un-understood
to prove, to show me
It exists.  Show me
that I pray not to
a ceiling, clouds, the vapors
of overheated faith.
The quietude which followed
stilled my rushing blood
within my ears, behind my eyes
as one by one, the family
chosen, not born
over agonizing years
appeared to me, smiling,
extending their heart's embrace
to cradle me with arms
still felt today.  My friends,
*my God speaks love
through your creations,
and the love you create
feeds whatever Gods there are.