Psalm
       

For when I inquire of you Why?
              you do not answer. For
              when you inquire

Why of me, you do not listen.
              And yet both of us lift
              this world and death

in response. Give me an answer
              better than what has been
              given, I plead,

I know there must be one. Accept
              the answer I gave you,
              you plead, it's all

I have. And though neither of us
              can hear the other,
              we both decide

to live in this world, and to speak,
              as a demonstration
              that our answers

are sufficient, our questions worth
              asking, and the silence
              between us, good.

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from The Storehouses of the Snow
Lost Horse Press
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