I praise You, O God —
no not God,
for You are not
ponderous
or pompous,
not rule-bound
or weighed down;
You are
Utterly Other,
beyond all naming and claiming.

I praise You
for life and being:
Yours and mine.

I know You,
in that space
of uncertainty;
that gap
formed by possibility,
emptiness,
and what we call
chance;

You are
mystery,
coincidence,
surprise,
No thing,
the eternal timelessness
which IS;

shimmering,
transparent,
formless,
thundering in the silence,
wisps of dark radiance
just beyond my reach.

I praise You
for the grace
of Your hidden Presence,
for glimpses of peace
beyond all imagining,
for wisdom
born of yearning.

I praise You,
for life and being:
Yours and mine.