by jeanne rené
When
in this forever
in this perpetual thought
did Your monologue
cease to fulfill its purpose
So then
awakening Your desire
and setting forth
this
our dialogue into play
Understand me
my inquisition seeks
the lore
of Your impenetrable universe
to cease the divide
to consecrate our legacy
to lay my fingertip at last upon Yours
Where
is it
that You
lay claim to Your heritage
My bidding
peers into the formless
to reveal Your form
to trace the galactic molecule
impregnated by the unanswerable
Understand me
What
purpose thus
issued from
our birthright
Was
companionship
or artistry Your intention
could you not mold
one without the other
Understand me
Why
so exquisitely you spun
Your wonderings
sealing perfection
in Your heaven and earth
And we
Your children
of bone and brain
divided and departed
from our earth's ocean
formed in a plentitude of kinds
and given Your breath
first crawled upon our bellies
And why so ... we
birthing and rebirthing
in quest of the perfection
bequeathed Your sun and moon
but not our blood
remain blemished
And understand me
When ... I ask
are we
those who You stood upright
When
are we
those who harnessed Your fire
When
are we
those who heard You whisper "I am"
We
who have learned to love
who have learned to hate
who live but to die
We who seek
I who question
When
will we
will I lay my fingertip to Yours
