Faithful God, I am tired, and yet I cannot sleep.
The hour is late, and I cannot see.
The light has not yet gone out, and yet the shadows are too thick to comprehend.
I don't know what's in front of me, I cannot make sense of what is behind me.
I can hear something, but I don't know what it is. Is it my own doubt and dread; the voices within and around me that bring anxiety and fear?
If your voice is among the din pounding within my head and heart, I hope to know it better.
Keep speaking, and I will strive to listen.