On my knees,
our familiar rendezvous,
waiting for you
as I always do,
to speak in whispers
only my heart may hear.
Silence.
I know you are here,
your presence is wind
caressing my upturned face.
I await forgiveness,
offering neither reason
nor explanation.
I await boundless joy,
lifting me beyond
a sea of transgression.
I am overwhelmed
by the quiet,
cold abandonment
of a fall from grace.
Whispers From God first appeared in [i]Iguanaland[/i].
