A Modern Psalm Poem by Jon Butter

I miss you God.

My mind aches from too much worry.
Where is serenity?

You showed up for our ancestors in
Voice and flesh.

You broke into time and dwelt among us.

Am I not worthy of your voice?

Come, shake my hand.

At night I dream of milk and honey,
Of peace and quiet moments.

I wake hopeful, even when I'm afraid.

I believe in you without evidence.

Yet in my search I cannot find love.

Where is your temple of heaven on earth?