How deep and restless
O Lord;
how deep is the human heart,
torn between the past and the future;
seldom in the present were reality dwells.
What we fear and hope for
often do not come to fruition,
longings unfed becomes wounds
whose pain is seen only by your gaze.
Forgetting our pilgrimage,
we seek to find home on an empty foundation,
for time takes away everything,
everyone,
wearing us down in our long days
and often endless nights.
Our home is in the moment,
seeking neither this nor that,
but only “Thou” O Lord,
the lover of our minds, souls and bodies.
(“Be still and know I am God”)
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