Silence

The gods our ancestors carried
we carry still,
and, occasionally, are known to talk to.

Sometimes we praise,
give thanks for accepted blessings
or plead our case,
at least make attempt to do so.

Sometimes help comes,
but never the answer we sought.
Or we wait in vain.

God's silence is like a cancer
or like hard rain
that attacks hard clay and runs off,
leaving ruts and anger.