Fifteen million and one disciples

Oh many, many and many times more
have I knelt before the face of God
and asked him, why?
and many a more time after that
watched death
do a pirouette across the kitchen floor,

what more
what more
can a man ask why and what for?

I return as a yearning in the heart of a tree
to be free,
to go where the wind goes
to blow away.

The dawn they say is the day
to be born
and today is the dawn for me.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.