My Psalm

You know me through and through.

I call out in the dark night.

So, where are you?

Trying to remember what I know as true

and trying to hide my questions and doubts,

but you say you know me through and through.

Nothing is satisfying, no matter what I do.

Feelings of emptiness ache inside.

So, where are you?

I know you call me into

green pasture to rest and lie down because

You know me through and through.

I resist because what did I do to deserve that view?

Those beautiful, soft grasses and crystal-clear skies.

So, you ask me, “where are you?”

I can see your beauty in the sunrises, too.

I can hear your voice in the crackling wood of bonfires.

You know me through and through.

Now I don’t have to ask, “where are you?”