Faith Is No Longer Necessary

If you will listen you may hear what words cannot say.
There is a road that runs the river.
The petals have rained down pink.
Everything is green.
I left the house.

I drove away.
I drove towards another story.
Somewhere a heron is flying above water.
Wings outstretched.
How strong we are.

We still do not understand.
It never was impossible.
We can touch that which has no form.
We do not need permission but something else.
Are you listening?

How will you open
to what you can never name?
Grey skies feed the river which feeds the sea.
faith is no longer necessary.