O God, we love you.
We are still here in this place, wondering.
Wondering about life and death and dying and living and what on earth are we supposed to do.
Then we go shopping and we forget for a while.
We are still here in this place, discontent.
Wishing for more or less and something or nothing and upward or downward.
Then we see your mountains and we are content for a while.
We are still here in this place, stubborn.
Closing our fists and our eyes tight and what the heck do you want from us anyways.
Then we see your eyes and we are stilled.
Filling up with your love and your mercy and your grace and your quiet waters.
We are still. Here. In. This. Place.