Confessions during a Quaker Meeting
God – I have tried to ken Your Greatness in silence
& contemplate Thy Wonders with this little brain.
but often all I'm left with
the pettiness of my small thoughts
and dry, fossilized feelings of disdain.
that which is this "I" evaporates
and on these hard oak wood benches
& the clutter of the instant disappears:
then and then only does silence make sense
And Your Blessed Spirit Seem Near.
When there is no "self" to contain
or contend with or profane
The Burning Bush of Thy Glory
the blatherings of this day:
is there real worship.
Alas, dross that I am
invariably fades away.