Am I the only one
who feels distant from God
more often than near?
Am I the only one
pretending I’ve heard his voice?
I would love to catch even a whisper.
Am I the only one
waiting for some kind of revelation
the way a child works on growing all year
until their birthday
and in one moment, passes from
4 to 5?
I’m waiting for my birthday.
Am I the only disciple nodding
off in the garden?
I can’t be the only one who
prays memorized words.
Sometimes I think someone swapped out
my glass of resurrection wine
for a box of grape juice.
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