God, I come before you wondering as Augustine wonders. What can contain you? Where do you put the overflow of yourself after heaven and earth are filled? I come realizing not with whom I speak. Unafraid, I come. And perhaps I should tremble, to think of speaking to thee. To think to trouble thee with all my troubles, and with all my plans, and with all of what I want, and with all that I need. But you are loving. You are not condescending. You look down with mercy, grace, and compassion. You give ear to those who acknowledge their need for you. I ask for mercy, grace, and love. I ask for guidance and direction. For light. For enlightenment in my darkened mind. I have no love nor desire for your word, if indeed your word it be. Help me.
Do I seek thee? Do I want thee? What is in thee or of thee that is desirable or profitable to me, that I should after thee pant, or call thee "my sweetness"? Thou art to me a mystery yet. An unknown, uncharted land of peril. Can I call thee to come? Can man, "a little piece of your creation" call on thee to come? Will you come? Do I know what I ask, or only repeat words that are not mine? I'm unafraid to approach you, but I am afraid of you. What do I want from thee that I come now to thee? What use have I found for thee, that I now I come and ask for thine help?
Do I seek thee? Do I want thee? What is in thee or of thee that is desirable or profitable to me, that I should after thee pant, or call thee "my sweetness"? Thou art to me a mystery yet. An unknown, uncharted land of peril. Can I call thee to come? Can man, "a little piece of your creation" call on thee to come? Will you come? Do I know what I ask, or only repeat words that are not mine? I'm unafraid to approach you, but I am afraid of you. What do I want from thee that I come now to thee? What use have I found for thee, that I now I come and ask for thine help?