Dearest God and Most
Once again, I come to You just a little afraid of my life.
Of loneliness. Of poverty. Of illness. Of death. Of other
Wishing I were other than who I think I am.
Wealthier, healthier, handsomer. Married, not married,
Stronger, taller, leaner. Younger. Older.
Working somewhere else. Living somewhere else.
Being someone else.
I know the problem is simply
that I do not know Who I Am in Truth.
And that, if I did, all my fears would vanish. And I would
But knowing doesn’t seem to be enough.
I “know it,” yet nothing changes!
You must do this for me. Please do this for me. Help me ...
To See myself as You See me,
To Know myself as You Know me,
To Love myself as You Love me.
And, most difficult of all, to let You help me.