Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy
waterspouts. Psalm 42
The waterfall in sunlight is God
talking to herself. Her voice
poured into the trees asks
nothing, to prove nothing,
and her way of asking
says by overflowing what
may not be said. The stream
unbroken at the rock’s
edge bursts with downflung
beads where daylight bursts
and drops. Though deaf, I listen
through my shoesoles, through
the stone ledge, into the water,
thrumming, into the spray and light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful- -I fear that referring to God as a female distracts the reader from the gorgeous beauty of this piece- - -love this line- - - Though deaf, I listen through my shoesoles, through the stone ledge, into the water, thrumming, into the spray and light.