With each breath I call to you, my Lord,
Hasting to find you, searching high and low,
Bending my body-mind-and-spirit, sole
In this soul purpose, seeking after you.
Why do you spurn me, oh my precious one?
Have I not sought to do your holy will?
Will you not answer, calling me by name,
And show the way that I may know your love?
As if you worshipped, acted in my name!?!
I must be still. For not my human will
But yours be done.
I
would that we were one;
Yet as you will, the manner is from you.
Empty my anxious heart and bring me low.
© Hal Dendurent