yet seeking still.
Wondering where God is
and what the heck this means.
Why did I feel so compelled to come here
when all this now seems bleak?
Waiting for a revelation.
Hungering.
Screaming.
Desperate.
Grasping at air.
Yet I'm haunted by the echo:
"He's doing a new thing"
Must I now sing a new song?
Hunger for richer food than what I picture?
Scream for answers from a God till now unknown?
Do I hope for old revelation in a new time?
The old wineskins cannot bear the new wine.
So here I stand
to embrace the Mystery
that's already overtaken me.
I'll walk the quest.
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