If God Has Any Voice

A LENTEN MOMENT

If God has any voice it is the wind.
It is death made loud:
nowhereness bellowing,
now reedy along the copper eaves,
now ballooned to a manifold softness by a tree,
now scraping like flint on the surface of water,
making arrowhead wrinkles,
seeking somewhere to stop and be.

I lie here listening.
God is crying, for-
giiiive, demanding, fore-
go-ooo, proclaiming, no-
wheerrre, and begging,
let go-oo-ohhh.

- John Updike