Spell
Lovers of God can't spell. God's name wanders through every sound from Alpha to Omega, from Ah to Hum, containing all vowels and consonants in the music of our mistakes - the sound of frogs rehearsing for dawn, the sound of chrysanthemum buds gurgling rain into their seed bellies, the sound of lovers turning over in the dark, making love before they wake, and this sound - listen! - the blood tumbling down from a mountain of silence through the whispering forest of memory into the sparkling pool of your heart. Good luck spelling that name of God! A sigh, however it comes out, is true. What breath is not a revelation? The frogs pause, then start over again. They'll get it right. The peonies burst open, do you hear their cry? What morning is not the morning of the world? When your longing is sincere, whatever sound it makes is God's sweetest name. Remember what you said when you discovered a newborn fawn gazing out of the long grass with the eyes...