"As a dog howls at the door

of his dead master's room,

so I stand at the gates of empty Heaven

and howl at the moon.

"In each harebell's leaf, each flower,

in every crag and stone

once I sought You out and found You

who am now alone.

"Foolish game of hide-and-seek!

Do you hope to escape me so--

You, who are more myself than I,

turn stranger now?

"Though You swell up, infinitely huge,

shrink down, minutely small,

I shall seize hawk wings and soar,

turn nothing at all,

"strip off these rags of earth and air--

of body, mind, and breath--

and that which I have lost in life

hunt down in death."

 Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie