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Gracious and Loving God,

your presence remains somewhat mysterious to us.

Sometimes you fill us with hope and love,

But other times we wonder if you are there at all.

The dark seems unbearable, the burdens weigh us down,

Grief overstays its welcome, and

Confusion of purpose sends us in dizzying

Spirals of discernment.

Your presence is somewhat mysterious to us.

Yet we sense it when we least expect it.

You fill us with hope and love again

Before we plummet to the point beyond repair.

Yes, you fill us with hope and love,

So we may live and share of your abundance.