There is no sound if it is not Your voice
There is no sight if it is not Your face
There is no touch if not Your embrace
There is no life if not alive with You

prayers
how much breath for a good prayer
On these scuffed knees maybe seven hundred
Ten thousand between my calloused clasped hands
Ten thousand more prayers embedded on this sealing
miracles
I have yet to raise the dead but I am coming alive
I have yet to move mountains but with joy, I run over
I have yet to feed a nation but I have dinner with friends
I have yet to walk on water but I practice dancing in the rain

There is sound for Your voice resonates in everything
There is sight for all that is seen is a reflection of You
There is touch for all bears Your fingerprint
There is life for all lives in You