From “a slow and sudden God: 40 years of wonder.”

can i work the task required of me 

for a day of living in the misery 

with an outlook toward a joy 

so close and far? 

the love can shine like the southern sun;

the truth can cut with a surgeon’s precision; 

the peace can rain like a steady storm. 

but why does the trinity of virtues 

hide from me so well?

i am needy and alone, 

yet, i am complete and never forsaken. 

the tension keeps me stranded 

between the heaven of tomorrow 

and the hell of present pain. 

i walk through the door of prayer, 

bringing both tears and laughter. 

eyes open: 

for the Presence of the Holy.