As we wander our way to you
We break, we sit, we breath
Trying to take some essence
Away that we can make real,
Tangible, something to grasp
You slip away in a simple
Breath we think we have not
Seen, heard, touched, we miss
You in do many ways, if we
Would only sit until the silence
Envelopes us in the folds of
Your presence, if we would
But hear in the sigh your deep
Words, if we would recognize
Our connection in our brokenness
You are all around and among us
If we but sit in patient waiting and
Not try to pin down as Jacob
Did and limped, but to let go