POEM - God Still Speaks

God still speaks and prayer is a hothouse orchid
Called “Listening”.

His voice is my hard, deep crying;
His voice is my orphaned faith;
His voice is the loss stuffed in my pockets;
His voice is the empty branch offering nothing,
Like a skinned, bony arm holding nothing:

A whisper, an owl’s wing;
The color of summer souring;
The shudder of a leaf;
The deadly silent wells of grief;
The gathering bell and
The graveyard’s slope I know full well.

God still speaks and prayer is the torturous act
Of listening.


M C Biegner