he spent a lifetime watching the sky
                                                   the mountains
                                    the rivers
listening to the wind
       ~all the
                   things it
                                 carried and
                                                      unburde­ned

whole rings were dedicated to thinking
                                                  to 'understanding'
though he was ever- expanding
                   and never the same

he spent a lifetime searching
for comfort in answers
for ideas in letters and numbers
                                           is God by any name God

birds have their own way
                                    of praise
trees bow instead of kneeling
                  listening does not mean hearing
                  sight does not mean vision
                  knowledge does not mean understanding
                                           maybe God is a question
and language is the wrong medium

half the world away is a truth
he’s never heard
  in a tongue he’s never spoken
but the sky still stretches
       the mountains still stand
       the rivers still flow
                 and the wind still carries the message
                                                         ­                 of everything