‏### In Your Name, O Patient One

‏For a long time, I have become a stranger far from home, and perhaps you have turned away from me. O Knower of hearts and souls, can a Creator as kind as you not fill the cup of a needy servant with your love? You created us with needs and watched our games. You gave us companions, pain, feelings, hearts, and love, and we spent our moments with our needs. A stranger far from home, unfamiliar with people, and restless from longing to see... I wish you were walking by my side, strengthening my steps, and giving strength to my weak hands when needed so that I could take pride in my existence on this incredible journey. Now, like a bird with a broken wing beside the cage of my soul, I have fallen and seek all of you from you. Help me. I have sought refuge in you from the window of my heart... I opened the window of your love for a moment, and that image became my "dream." I held on to your faithful promise and let myself be carried away in your turbulent river. I passed through the storm of your servants' gaze and the shame of my hands and became a wanderer in the love of the beautiful vision that made me dizzy for a moment. Be the balm for my tired wings, for without your gaze, I am drowning. You made me heavenly, yet my feet are chained to my desires and wishes... I want to spread love and relieve pain! I want to be hope and laughter... I want to be awareness and a messenger of your love. I will make windows from walls and open doors. I am comforted by your shoulders that gave me permission to "exist." I share my loneliness with you, and you are the best solace. O You, whose satisfaction holds my honor. Be the buyer of my honor. In this time, the only buyers of simple hearts are the hopeless broken-hearted, and you know their worth. Be my balm, for I am grieved by your world. I am saddened by their justice... They drink from the sea of your greatness with the claws of their foolishness and consider themselves your servants... What a foolish notion.