Dear beloved God, more present than I ever am, solid ground that never gives way, wfind that tugs at my kitestrings, holy hunger that rumbles my findiference, let me behold you and be held in your gaze and be long there.

Pursuing Lover, can we run wild! Can we waste some time together? Can we sit and say … nothing much?

Can we stop and turn our faces my eyes on you your eyes on me and nothing coming between.

Can we?