If You Sing
If you sing to God, whether you cry Allah, Jesus, Radhe or Shyam, I will listen.
If you dance with God, whether veiled or naked, I will play the drum.
If you shake your fist at God, I will say Amen, for that is also prayer.
If you move barefoot and silent through the forest, every step an offering, I will follow.
For the foot is sacred, the earth is sacred, the walk itself is God.
Whirl me in your sunbeam like a withered leaf; wash me in your mountain brook; bewilder the wild place in my soul.
But do not recite me dead men's letters, your ancient prophets, your holy scrolls; speak your own word.
I am not of the past, I do not believe; I taste and see, I feast on the living.
Words must be on fire to enter my chest, or made of roots and twigs, moonbeams, darkness.