Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.
God is busy and has no time for you.
Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.