I Am Listening for God in the Night Wind

I am listening for God in the night wind
as I have listened in the rain.
I am listening to the spaces in between
for a quiet voice like thought to speak,
calmly in my ear,
chiding me with palpable love for doubt,
suggesting in the silent sureness of each word
the fearful power He commands.
Oh, what a conversation that would be, to revel,
in my tiny pride, in the sunlight of His favor,
rocked in solace and heart's ease.
But no apparent answer's in the air,
and I am left to ask myself instead
if He is absent
or I am simply not to know
or if perhaps He speaks the wind and rain.

August 5 2009