Ineffable One, there is a haze of wanton disregard fogging the window to my soul; a fog of discontent that swirls around my deepest knowing; an arrogant knowing where, in it’s place, I need unknowing. Holy One, relieve me of foolish trust in my ability to live in perfection. Let loose the hounds of irreducible…

Music, writing, and poetry have always been the primary means by which I engage the Holy. More correctly, it is God’s way of assuring access to me, to my deepest parts. Perhaps it is the same for you?