We know almost nothing about you,
a few words, thrown into the wind from the lake, in Galilee long ago, a breath that has since continued to blow myriads of beautiful living creatures into the deep.
We know almost nothing about you,
gestures that continue to bear fruit,
paths that unfold an unknown hope,
the depth of a spring that nothing dries up.
We know almost nothing about you,
and yet, along with many others, we live from this almost nothing.