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I will expose you, God, where You hide 
behind the great gray universe, 
twinkling stars like marbles 
through the airless air.
I will trace the whorl of your 
great thumbprint, 
the dust of it, across the darkened sky. 
I will call Your bluff, 
and blow away the vapor screen 
that secrets You beyond our streaming eyes. 

I will call You, God, call You loudly forth— 
summon You, who laid the angels, wingless, 
far from Heaven's heights, 
and barred the entry to Your kindly Kingdom. 

I will dare You—challenge You, elliptic God, 
to come and shout Your wordless name. 


Cry out Your name, and ours . . . and mine—as fervidly as ecstasy of lightning, as certainly as thunder on our ears.