We are underwater.
Let there be a Rock that is higher.
We are weary and worn.
Let there be a Peace beyond understanding.
We are frustrated, impatient.
Let there be a Seed in every season.
We are heartbroken.
Let there be a Fire to gather us together.
We are frantic, anxious, scattered.
Let there be a Plumb Line that remains steady.
For the sake of our salvation,
O Most Inscrutable God,
let there be metaphors.