Fearfully I call on Christ to aid me.
Each prayerful syllable
An echoed word resounds
Around the caverns of thought.
Were it not for language
Where do you reside?
I could not call you Lord,
Know name or place in time or space.
Can I know you? What would I see?
If in the void beneath my mind
I could abide
Less tongue to tie or phrase to chain
An image of your kind.