What can I worship you with?
I tried songs woven with words
But the words themselves became a veil behind which you hid.
Worship flowed into my vision as it dwelt on your form
And then flowed out as moisture from my eyes.
But the tears formed a mist,
Through which I could perceive but an image
I was left just the breath to worship you with
But the closer I got to you
The more I lost even the breath.
I stood before you empty handed and naked.
A wordless will dancing in the wilderness to a soundless flute.
