So dark, so cold, so alone.
God, where are you?
Can you hear me?
Where are you?
My cries seem to vanish into the air.
Do any reach you?
I feel the waiting stretch so long.
Then like the sun that shines before the dawn,
Like the sun that shines below my horizon,
Your presence fills the stillness.
Your hope fills my empty soul.
Your love redeems my being.
O Steadfast One, thank you.
Lectionary reading 11th Sunday of Pentecost, Year B