I pray for you, world to come and find me,
to see me and recognize me and beckon me out,
to call me even when I lose the ability to call on
you who have searched so long for me.
I pray to understand the stranger inside me
who will emerge in the end to take your gift.
I pray for the world to find me in its own wise way.
I pray to be wanted and needed by those I have learned to love
and those I must learn to love.
I pray to be wanted and needed by those I cannot
recognize in my self-imposed aloneness.
And I pray to be wanted and needed
by those I wish to be wanted by.
But I acknowledge the power of your beautiful
disguise, and I ask for the patient heart
of all things to understand the abiding fear I feel
in following your unknown ways,
in my fear of receiving,
in my fear of taking your hand,
in my fear of following your hidden,
difficult and forever beckoning way.
