Amidah Gift September 4, 2020

Leiah Bowden

Let me hear your voice again

do not stop thisĀ rish-rushing

of your breath.


Sigh and sigh again,

the inbreath and outbreath

of my own life.


Raise your arms to embrace me,

your holy wind moving

every leaf on every tree

every cloud surrounding this world

that I may feel the thundering silence

in the center of all being

if I dare.


Let me touch your face

in quarks, in strings

that fall into no linear pattern

I can name

for I could not hold

that vision.


Pour through me and fill me

for in my remaining years

I want no moment to fall short

of why I am here.


You and I, partners.


Printed with the permission of the poet.