My Lord,

When I stand before you

And look at the picture

That had once been so dear

Once,

I find

No glow

In my heart.

Instead

A Holy Awe

And an understanding

That even if I search

All the religious writings

And worship

All the images and pictures

Or meditate

Wordless and silent

In the depths of my heart

I will find

No image, No picture

To depict you.

But yet,

I know

That you know me.

And hold me.

And I touch you

Without feeling.

And realize

Without  knowing.