My need is great as hope,
my longing, fierce as wonder,
and I stumble toward you,
drawn by the light of your promise,
roused by the prowl of your grace
in the far country haunt of my soul.
Rush to embrace this prodigal me, O God.
listen to my still-not-trusting babble
and help me accept my way home to you.
Save me from the shadowy, stifling folds
of timidity,
duplicity,
fear,
and give me a stunning glimpse
of some light-splattered possibility
to race my blood
and lump my throat.