A man - unknown to me and so

A man without hypocrisy -

stands to pray.

Oh my dear God.

Could I ever become a man who

believed the same thing for forty years?

Will I ever be the man who sits for forty years?

Who prays before every meal

Who stands

And prays, "Our Father..."

Will I ever be the steady job

The white-shirt-blue-tie office worker?

Will I ever hold myself steady?

I have never feared to ask questions,

Until I am overwhelmed by them.

Have I thrown myself so deeply into myself

That I can never know who I am?

Will I turn, and turn upon myself

Like dough, kneading my thoughts into themselves

But never rising, never cresting,

Never asking and answering.

Answer me, these. And all others.

Until I see you and am answered by you.

I could never stop asking till then.