WRITINGS

All I know:

At the start you and your god stand opposed.
You shout the question and god shouts the answer
At the same moment, but since you stand far apart
It takes a while for your words to reach each other.

While you wait you wonder about that big voice,
What it might sound like, what shape the mouth might make,
What words might come from on high or down low,
Over the mountain or over the ocean.

You make up your mind and start moving towards it,
Speaking with yourself, your god and others
Where roads run together along the way.
Maybe you walk with them for a while, listen,
Hear whether they know the answer you seek.

Maybe not. Whichever way you wander,
When you get to where you've gone and find god,
You speak and hear your own voice. It's too late
To answer for who you were when you asked,
But when you turn around you will find people
Shout new questions, start new journeys all the time.
In the end all you can do once you go home

is pass on.