CANDLES

Just for a second,
A little piece of a second,
The veil of clouds lifts,
And...

In the Garden,
God is a blossoming flower.
I am so sure of this, and yet
How could it be?

I have seen God
In the flight of a bird.
I know,
But don't know,
What
I have seen.

How do we talk about such things,
And to whom?