And is it worth anything? you wonder, to see God’s tears in the rain, His authority in the sun. So what if my words fall short and my petitions roll like sand dunes? I think of the dove and wonder if it also witnessed the rainbow. Whether my palms unfold like petals or grovel in the dark I believe there is a doorway in the asking. And is it worth anything? you wonder, to scream into the waves and hope my clover reaches dry land. Perhaps you have mistaken my posture; I am only pleading for patience as I await the silence in which another voice may speak.