Where are you now, God? Are you near? Are you here, now? Watching? Did you hear my prayer on the bike? Did you take it seriously? I need you to help me here in A. What can I do to bring back to life the things that have died in me? To restore my love of nature, of people, of music, of beauty. To be enthralled, moved. To care. To make beautiful things. To enjoy anything. To have purpose. To know the strength of my will and to practice it. To do something meaningful with my time. To enrich the lives of others. To see myself as valuable. As you see me. Someone with a role.
Can you restore my relationships with my friends and family, with L, H, L, and L? With myself? Will that fix everything? How do we do it together? How do I make use of the rest of my time here, that begins to pass away one day at a time? How can I use it in a good way, a way that will lead me to good and wonderful things? What am I looking for? What am I seeking? Where is your love? Is it on pages in a book, in stories and parables, in ideas transmitted by these? Is love an idea? A most powerful idea that overcomes all others? Will you show me and teach me what I need to learn? Where are you? I thought I glimpsed you in my laughter in the rain, in my tears as I listened to the most beautiful music, in the thrill I felt on the mountain. Was it you, or just me? Have you anything to do with these? Where are you now? Come to me. Find me because I can't find you, and I can't find me. I am small, I am little, a child, a creature. You're something I can't comprehend, something big and frightening and overwhelming. Too big. Too big. What will it take for something so big to find something so small? Do you want to? Is it okay with you where I am now? Okay that I'm not like most of the people I know? That I lack something basic? That I have the power to change it but I haven't yet? Help me, I need your help.
Can you restore my relationships with my friends and family, with L, H, L, and L? With myself? Will that fix everything? How do we do it together? How do I make use of the rest of my time here, that begins to pass away one day at a time? How can I use it in a good way, a way that will lead me to good and wonderful things? What am I looking for? What am I seeking? Where is your love? Is it on pages in a book, in stories and parables, in ideas transmitted by these? Is love an idea? A most powerful idea that overcomes all others? Will you show me and teach me what I need to learn? Where are you? I thought I glimpsed you in my laughter in the rain, in my tears as I listened to the most beautiful music, in the thrill I felt on the mountain. Was it you, or just me? Have you anything to do with these? Where are you now? Come to me. Find me because I can't find you, and I can't find me. I am small, I am little, a child, a creature. You're something I can't comprehend, something big and frightening and overwhelming. Too big. Too big. What will it take for something so big to find something so small? Do you want to? Is it okay with you where I am now? Okay that I'm not like most of the people I know? That I lack something basic? That I have the power to change it but I haven't yet? Help me, I need your help.
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