Family Devotion

All I have to say goes unheard.
I want to show you Revelation,
Prophecy on the line of the receding tide,
A crab harbouring thugs in Adullams cave,
The gull, rare in its white wings
Burning but not consumed,
A Voice calling from the rain, the wind.

Much sooner than I’d have liked
We make it to your destination;
There is Providence in the offering of warm drinks,
Forgiveness in biscuits shared
Silently across the picnic table,
Crumbs falling to the starlings
Speaking another language underneath.
I do not speak another word.