O God, we want to 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 work hard 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 you give us epiphany and we see and we know and we are stilled.
Steadied for now with knowing you knowing us and that this knowing place is quiet water.
We are still. Here. In. This. Place. And so are you.