Here my cry, O God of my sister Hagar,

for the longing that aches without a balm,

for the love that dreams without fulfillment.

You have called me to the outskirts and

abandoned me here without warning;

you have shown me a vision of possibility

but closed every door and hidden every path.

Now let me alone, or else come and prove yourself

to be faithful & life-giving, full of mercy & imagination.

Come, O Absent Goodness, before despair festers

and sucks the spirit out of my hope. Come, o come!

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