I hear,
In the darkness of faith
The quiet return of my soul;
In the fellowship of the Mystery.
By way of experience,
By way of barrenness,
By way of TIME & BOOKS & LIPS—
I hear the instinctual sob of the soul to return…
Return by way of precipitation,
By way of RIVER & POWERLESSNESS & OIL—
The oil that has been the keeping of me.
And still,
like a fever,
I ache for God.