Hear the silence in my heart, Most Holy,
the reverberating sound of “I don’t know.”
Do not call me from this cave
or tease my heart with angels,
for I am determined to rest.
The familiar has become foreign to my soul
and home is a bitter dream without roots.
Do not ask what I am doing
or press me for a vision,
for my soul is lost.
Choose another, or call me to battle,
so that I might find my way again.
on 1 Kings 19
Been there, felt that. You express it beautifully.