Something that we might call God.
There is a restlessness,
A disquiet on the inside.
There is a fire. Or at least a flame.
The chase for God or something that we might call God.
There is a hoping. A knowing
and still it holds you.
Rekindle her. I beg of you.
Choose this presence over your pageantry.
Listen to the silent stories,
the ones hidden between
the lines you let them read.
This is not a problem to solve.
This is not a life that you have to have together.
it may be the best thing you could do right now.
A peace in a sea of confusion and calling.
And don’t they say that grace
makes beauty from the ugly.
So begin with the beauty and the beautiful.
Stare at it like you stare at the flame.
The day will come when you shall find yourself
once more burning.
Look deep into the world
and the word shall look deep into you
and somewhere in the stare between,
this is where she waits, God.
Or something that we might call God.