A Psalm (of Sorts)
Lord, how easily the people dismiss You.
They claim that You are not real.
Also, they cry, that were You real,
Then You are uncaring.
How can they know You?
How can they feel You as I do?
Even I, Your worst follower
(lazy in prayer, lazy in study)
Yet I feel You, there here
everywhere, more every day.
I used to not feel Your presence
and even now, at times, I doubt
But still I know, I know
You are the Great I AM
You exist and You ARE
beyond all this
I know You hear our petitions
Even if You do not seem to listen.
Lord, let our petitions be worthy of Your ears
Lord, come to us in our time of need.
Lord, equip us to be ready to proclaim You
Lord, conform us to Your IS-ness.
Remove all doubt
Make us sure.
Last stanza added 2022-0827
[NOTE: this psalm can be re-worked in more of an ee cummings style. Need to play on the "Infinite ARE" and "IS-ness"]