I am but a poor wood mouse, scurrying to the Mountain Lion for refuge.
I am but a frightened pup, looking for the Lightening to soothe my fear of thunder.
I am but a lost lamb, seeking guidance from the prowling Lion to lead me home.
I am but flesh, turning toward the Raging Fire for renewal, praying for comfort from the Holy Wildness, asking a blessing from the Powerful Hand that commands the seas.
I do not know what I ask, I do not know truly who you are, though I foolishly presume your tameness. Have mercy, O God.
“Alas for you who desire the day of the LORD! Why do you want the day of the LORD? It is darkness, not light; as if someone fled from a lion and was met by a bear.” (Amos 5:18-19a)