I've approached God in
so many ways,
you wouldn't know what's right.

I've found Him in music,
heard him pulling at my heart,
knowing He is heard therein.

Sometimes I find him in power,
the power that makes men
answer the call
to action, to bleed.

I find him in revelry,
in the promise of a new day's
projects, dreams, impossibilities.

I find the holy in the destruction of all
that is profane,
especially that which pretends to be
high and mighty;
It falls like castles of dust in my mind.

I have longed to be with You
in every place,
in my geography,
in my life;

my attempts start and stop,
like the changing of weather in my city by the lake.

Yet there is a focus,
each time I jumpstart.

99 names of God on my wall.
I took one down this year,
passed it around my being,
saw what I could make of it…

My God, give me 98 more to explore.