Prayer

It’s not even a prayer, O Wild Whisper. It’s merely words strung together, bumbles of syllables and sounds, mutterings and half-finished thoughts, vain longings and (when I’m not careful) a snippet of heart truths that I prefer to keep to myself. I...

Unknown

I am willing not to know, O God. By which I mean, damn I don’t know at all, so let me make peace with it anyway. By which I mean, thank goodness you are God and I am not. By which I mean, patience is overrated. By which I mean, I am overwhelmingly grateful for...

All Will Be Well

The seeds of tears growing impossibly as a harvest of joy. You did this. The storms of disappointment yielding impossibly to the radiance of blessings. You did this. The long winter of fear thawing impossibly for a spring of solidarity. You did this. May all that...

Crying Out

I struggle for You it seems impossible — or is it terribly predictable — that You are not here time is without purpose without You reach across the depths, God, call me Yours again call me beloved again call again on Psalm...

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