Maybe I am not capable
Of meeting the Spirit.
Too close-guarded, unfeeling,
A brick-and-mortar heart.
God, I ask You to silence
All that I am.

Unmute the numbness.
Give me the courage to
Be something more.
To search for connection
In a world that only knows
Such a thing through
Electronic currents.

Am I truly chosen by You?

Why would you choose me
If I cannot even meet You,
Genuinely, with all of my
Rotted heart?


In the name of Jesus Christ,
Put to death the person
Of fear I have created,
And raise me anew,
Yours, unblemished.
With my old self muted.

Holy Spirit, on my knees,
I ask—What do You say?