Where? Where?

Lord, all across the Wetlands,

there is the sound 

of birds, of babies,

anhingas and Great Blues,

crying and calling

out for food—there are times

when the crying seems to never stop. 

But down the road from me,

the Sandhill Crane babies

are not nest-bound

and in silence follow their parents

through the grass,

searching the wet earth 

for grubs and worms. 

Where?

Where?

Their silence seems to speak. 

Here.

Here.

Is the silent reply. 

Lord, I am starving 

for spiritual nourishment.

I both cry out to You,

but also walk in silence,

searching for You. 

Where?

Where?