Holy Restlessness,
I am haunted by traces of you
that leave me wanting more,
yearning and excited for more—
yet terribly anxious that this is it,
that this trace is everything—
and oh! my God
then I begin to grab tightly
to the few strands that I have
as my fear bleeds onto your mystery;
and I miss the grace of being haunted,
the joy of wanting and seeking.
Keep me on my toes with curiosity;
I hate it—but keep me unsettled,
Spirit of the Living God!
