I find God in my doubt,
In the struggle to
Be
The absolute best of me,
And in my fear
That I find only my
Worst.
I wrestle,
and am restless
and I wander, rootless,
exiled.
barricaded by silence.
God of Hosts
and Light
and Mercy–
God of the desert
and unseen edges–
God of my devotion
and my rebellion:
Open my lips
That I may declare your praise.
Stacey Zisook Robinson