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!