Unknowable God,
We do not know to whom we pray – or why we pray, when the truth is we are creatures of uncertainty. If there is any truth to the divine, may it be that you are loving and kind and disinterested in how much belief I am able to muster on any given day. If there is love in you, may it be a love that remains near even when the one you love is oblivious to your nearness. God, if you’re near, would you protect us and keep us? Keep us from ever being too proud to ask this. And if our prayers are spoken into the void, may we find healing and self-knowledge as we hear our words ourselves. That in them we would encounter our deepest longings and fears, and be compelled to ask for help, however uncertain that help may be. May we live in protection of the unknown, that we would reserve the right to be curious, open, content with the mysteries of the cosmos, even if that does not preclude us from praying these words now. May it be so.