Many times in this life
you will fly into the face of God,
holding onto a cord attached to no where at the other end.
You will shake your fists,
your eyes will roll,
foam will seep from your mouth: your anger, despair.
Then: God’s quiet sigh.
By instinct you will turn toward that long sigh, you, spent and wondering.
In the depths of wonder you will find there is another way:
to walk, feet firmly planted on earth, one foot stretching out in front of the other, head up – slowly now – into that sighing Presence.