When
   in this forever
   in this perpetual thought
   did Your monologue
   cease to fulfill its' purpose
So then
   awakening Your desire
   and setting forth
   this
   our dialogue into play

Understand me
   my inquisition seeks
   the lore
   of Your impenetrable universe
   to cease the divide
   to consecrate our legacy
   to lay my fingertip at last upon Yours

Where
   is it
   that You
   lay claim to Your heritage
My bidding
   peers into the formless
   to reveal Your form
   to trace the galactic molecule
   impregnated by the unanswerable

Understand me
What
   purpose thus
   issued from
   our birthright
Was
   companionship
   or artistry Your intention
   could you not mold
   one without the other

Understand me
Why
   so exquisitely you spun
   Your wonderings
   sealing perfection
   in Your heaven and earth
And we
   Your children
   of bone and brain
   divided and departed
   from our earth's ocean
   formed in a plentitude of kinds
   and given Your breath
   first crawled upon our bellies
And why so ... we
   birthing and rebirthing
   in quest of the perfection
   bequeathed Your sun and moon
   but not our blood
   remain blemished

And understand me
When ... I ask
   are we
   those who You stood upright
When
   are we
   those who harnessed Your fire
When
   are we
   those who heard You whisper "I am"
We
   who have learned to love
   who have learned to hate
   who live but to die
We who seek
I who question
When
   will we
   will I lay my fingertip to Yours

jeanne rene