I want to know you, God.
I seek you first in the quiet of each morning.
Starting by the soft glow of candlelight,
I say your name
and think it through
and watch it pass before the
inner lids of my eyes.
I say your name again
and see it flow about
into nothingness
that somehow suddenly becomes everything,
worries, cares, thoughts,
ridiculousness
swirling about in my mind,
the hamster on the wheel,
the rat in the maze,
the monkey on the vine…
…then I hear my cat,
pawing at the closet door,
mewing softly to request entrance,
pawing again and
sighing heavily in disgust…
just like my cat,
I realize I am.
I want in.