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.

Les Miller