Late or early or else

gone to the wrong address

I am a god most 

in need of forgiveness.


I love the way you

wonder if I’m near

by holding out the flat

of your hand in prayer.


Weeds and roses alike

sip at every drop –

they know I only fall to

lift them up.


Tonight I pour

entirely for your sake

and call my name harder and 

harder on the lake.