It is midnight and rain
Pounds against my window.
No, it may not be close to midnight—
How am I to say what time
When the end of the day approaches….
And who am I to say rain pounds,
When some say it gently washes in waves against the pane.
I swim within clear bowl, contained—
Dream that I swim within wide ocean.
What can I do when desire to find words,
To express what happens weakens to nothing?
How do I describe the light when a star explodes,
Energy disperses to fill an empty space, fades,
Grows cold in gathering darkness,
Envelops, encases all within a distant field?
I can only witness to the absence, to what was once here,
Now is gone, where no words are adequate
When eyes see nothing, where nothing moves.
There is no breath of life— I hear no cry,
Feel no pain within this dark void.
Has God withdrawn? I find within myself
No need to seek, no need to doubt or ask—
Only to be patient and open to the silence and wait.
Nothing lasts— not even this.
I float within this time and space,
Wait for rain to overflow and spill,
Expect nothing until the bowl begins to crack.