I am Aaron waiting for Moses at the foot of this mountain but yielding to a thousand despairs.
I am Ruth, a stranger in this strange time gleaning a handful of hopeful straws.
I am Job, looking at cloud shrouded horizons and walking towards a whirlwind.
I am Matthew far from my tax booth in a boat in a storm, yearning for divine peace to wake among us.
I am the hemorrhaging woman reaching through chaos to touch a hem of love.
I am Bartimaeus waiting on Jericho road, longing for clarity, begging for healing.
I am Cleopas walking to Emmaus with Wisdom yet only now beginning to sense a warming heart.
Bless our bewilderment.
Bless our becoming.
Bless our being.