How I wish
To call out to you
By the name
Which burns within my soul
Though I don’t know
What that would be

Like a forgotten memory
You are
Eating away at my conscience
With only questions
Left unanswered and
So many more to ask

Even-so

When meanings of life
Steal away
My very breath
Rendering me
Speechless

I find myself
With eyes closed
Chin tilted skyward
Desperate
To feel your presence

I call out to you

Lord comes foremost
To mind
Then I apologize
For being so presumptuous

All humans
Are worthy of your grace
All of them
And none

Pray
You hear me
Though my faith
Is a wishy washy one

©2014 Jill Baker