God who is Holy Mystery,
We don’t know you
Just as we don’t know ourselves
That is — we have some sense of shape,
some inkling of ideals,
but we cannot grasp
cannot even get our minds
or arms
around the totality of you
or the totality of us.
But we gather here because
we don’t know how not to —
how not to reach for support
to stretch out of hope
to hold one another
in joy and in sorrow
the big things and the little things.
We don’t know how not to
and it’s not for lack of trying.
Can you hear our timid thank you
for that inability?
Can you hear our roaring declaration
of the end of our fear?
And will you now,
in this space and in this time,
amid the noise and through the emptiness
show us your holy and mysterious self?
by Z. M. Willette
