God of this world, Divine of Heaven
How complex life is
We roil and shuffle trying to spell meaning
With thoughts and feelings rushing in unexpected
With patterns of life rushing around us
Whispers catch our attention in one hundred different directions
We live in the whirlpool of complications and challenges
And yet, you are the God of order
You are the God of meaning
You live between the galaxies
And you live between the neurons
And though you are always everywhere,
You have thrust freedom upon us,
We are freer than we know
But fettered by freedom
So we ask in humility,
We ask in hope,
We ask in desperation,
What shall we do?
Who shall we be?
I want to be everything you set the parameters of my life to be
I want to gather my gifts and find a right place to set them
I want to step and my footprint look like yours
I want to have made meaning in this world
Free me further still
From my pride
From my distorted thinking
From my imposing emotions
From my self-absorbed tiny little world
From my grandiose beliefs
From my self-righteous judgment
Here, take this, it is my best, it is moldy bread.
Make a feast.