A Prayer
My God, Thou hath called out to me in my darkest hour, and Thou hath sought to teach me. What wouldst Thou have me learn?
“There are layers of knowing. Which layer have ye attained?”
The student knows the truth of the maxim, “How you do anything is how you do everything.”
The person whose entire life is falling to pieces, who knows it’s their own fault, knows it more.
The naive observer knows that there is meaning in life.
The man who watches the sun now setting is not so sure.
“I say, ‘touch not the unclean thing, for it becomes thee.’”
Tarry among the wildflowers, but do not rest in the dirt from whence they have grown up.
There’s much to fix, and not enough time to fix it, and it’s my fault.
Death does not look so bad.
Yet there is hope.
There is always hope.
I look up. The light shines.
Keep the lights on, Lord.
“Watch.”
“Something amazing is about to happen.”
Maybe we’re like the wildflowers of the plains, seeking only to be loved, to be beheld, to be nurtured by something, someone, or God.
Does God love?
Does God give to those who ask?
Does God ease our suffering?
“Art is the answer to all these questions.”
Amen.