Hungry for the time you blessed me
I prayed and I could not sense you there.
I sat and I did not hear you.
I waited and you did not move.
I tried to know but I could not know that you held me.
Alas, I prayed for the feeling, not for you.
~Rev. Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Then, when I have given up, something unseen descends, something unknown arises, something within emerges. It is I. It is you, I AM, in me.
Sometimes still I cannot believe. But I can be here and let you.
Hungry (Falling on my Knees) by Kathryn Scott