I strain my ears to hear you, I lean forward and hold my breath.
I clear away the clutter of my room and sit still, listening, a blank slate.
I hear not your voice; I see not your face. O Lord, are you absent?
Even on the gray days, my heart knows your orders. March on, looking for others who are lost. Welcome them into the light. Be the walking light.
Let me be the torch for which I seek, Lord.