Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Psalm 77 Are You There?

I will cry aloud to God
I will cry aloud and God will hear me.
Maybe I pasted that thought together from “sentimental and unreal hopes and wishful thinking.”
Then again—maybe not.
   Maybe the world religious people are on to something
   that I can’t quit grasp.
But it has left a god-shaped hole in my being.
  Most days, that’s all I know for sure.
I think of God and am restless
  I ponder and my spirit faints
I am sleepless at night and speechless by day
  anxious and sad.

I gaze on your creation.
Remember times I felt your gracious touch
See your power in sun and storm
And in my heart. (somewhere)

I set my feet on your path, anyway.

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