be you 😎
We tire of believing in a God so slippery,
a Lover so invisible,
so we make little ones
that we can set somewhere and not lose.
The golden calf of being busy.
The idol of producing.
The image of conforming.
The little god of being right.
We worship the god of having things under control.
We bow down to the idol of understanding things.
We give our gold to fashion the calf of being liked.
We adore the image of a happy, easy life.
Forgive us, God.
Take away our golden idols
that have so spectacularly failed us
and give us yourself instead.
Teach us to repent with each breath.
Help us to let go and trust
your Mystery, your Presence,
your Infinity, your Love.