Pronouns

Let all your pronouns
dissolve in "Thou."
You are not a gender
or a tribe,
a nation or a race.
You are the one
who was born to gaze
into my face,
as I was born
to gaze into yours.
Our religion
is a broken heart,
spilling light
out of darkness.
We meet in the smell
of food,
giving thanks
to the smallest
creatures,
the bee, the seed,
the raindrop,
learning from a withered
Autumn sunflower
how to scatter a thousand
summer mornings.

Painting by Laurent Berthier