The Active Place

Yahweh has spoken
And now he is silent,
We live our time's heart at
Distance from his
Wrath, the scorching deserts of
The  desert fathers, the
Barren gardens of our past
Faith.  Where is his will,
His word located in these
Latter days?  A better question
Is: are we looking are we
Listening?  God can be found
In surprising loci, the
Thickets of the heart, the
Moments of the day, if
We would just stop, turn aside,
And say: 1 look, I listen,
Come to me.  He is present
Now - it is we who cannot
See past our modernity  to see
And find him in
The active places  
He has always been.

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