Charles H. Harper

Something there is

in the human spirit –

a hunch, a wish,

a gleam of intuition

that whispers

there is more here

than meets the eye,

more than the mind

can comprehend

or words name,

a darkness and light,

a presence and absence

hidden – but shown

to some inner knowing

that knows better than we know,

that knows we are meant

to cry out our lament and praise,

our anger and thanksgiving

to the Nameless One

with many names.

So we do.