Are You out there, speaking somewhere?
Are You in the booming thunder?
Are You in a cupboard gone bare?
Are You in someone’s despair?
Why do You confront me whenever I’m flattered?
Do You appear on barren hillsides?
Do You appear in moments of fright?
Do You appear in sudden insights?
Do You inhabit might, or right?
Why do You confront me in others’ plights?
When will I meet You?
Where will I see You?
How will I know You?
Which is Your voice?
Why do You confront me in my every choice?
Why don’t I find You in winter flurry?
Why don’t I find You with blind pride or fury?
Why don’t I find You when I am hurried?
Why don’t You come when I scheme and worry?
Why do You confront me in open-ended journeys?
first published in Penned From The Heart
© 2002 Bonnie Manion