What else can you make of this mess, O God?
We trust — Lord help us, we have to trust —
that you see the mess, that you can imagine
something different from this ridiculousness,
and more than that: we trust that you consider
this particular chaos, this moment of tangled
violences and uncertainties and imprecisions
within the scheme of your eternal landscape
where creative surprises challenge dead ends
and prolific healing invigorates broken bones.
We trust that you are familiar with messes
and we pray that you hold with just as much
hope
our own messy hearts, broken and strained
and make of them what we cannot yet know.
on Ezekiel 37:1-3