How long O’ Lord
How long must I wait?
What are you trying to teach me?
What are you trying to say?
What are you, Lord?
I cannot see you.
Are you in the green grass?
The mountain air?
A lover’s embrace?
Emptiness and pain are often louder than Your words,
Uncertainty and loss blind me to Your presence.
Yet, there is a stirring inside of me,
a flicker, a lump of coal, smouldering – gently within.
Tenderly blow upon these embers and awaken this old and dying heart.
Breath from Your nostrils – life.
Where are You, O’ Lord?
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