Trust

I do not understand
the how and why of words.
They arrive unbidden,
yet familiar, 
like strangers who seem 
to know me.

I give them a place to rest, 
a moment of calm, 
a bed, a lamp.

By early morning, 
they have vanished
but the space they left 
glows subtly
as if someone 
had prayed there.

Creation does not rest 
in owning the materials.

Creation is like faith 
without evidence:
you step out 
where there is no ground
trusting sound 
will support your weight.