Eternal and Only God,
As I kneel here before you,
I confess I don’t know why I’m here.
I remember days of impassioned prayers
But this day is not like those.
I forget so easily, turn back so abruptly,
doubt so quickly, pray so rarely.
I suppose I am here like the father of Biblical lore,
Crying, “Help my unbelief!”
I think his cry was more fervent than mine
But I pray that you hear this tremulous whisper,
Just as you heard his zealous shout.
I do not know what I believe
But today I pray
And perhaps that is enough
as it is all I have.
Give me faith in things that I do not yet see
against all my scientific and cynical drives.
And if I must doubt, Lord,
Show me yourself even in my unbelief.
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