Leiah Bowden
Let me hear your voice again
do not stop this 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. lightspeak.com
