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For Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree. I wrote this years ago and still feel that way a lot. See! You’re not alone in your wondering…


after amen

Prayer of the Lost

Somehow, knowing God
is really out there
and mindful of me
would make everything bearable.
It’s the fear of being
all alone in the universe
that causes me such terror.

God, where are you
in my life these days?
How do I find you?
If I stand still,
will you come and find me?
No matter where I’ve ended up?