So, god, I have a bone to pick with You.
You’re too enigmatic for my taste.
Your people say, “seek and ye shall find.”

(Matt 7:7, KJV)

But I haven’t been successful in finding You.
Do I not seek hard enough?
Do I not recognize Your face?
My mantra:  “Like as a hart desireth waterbooks so longeth my soul for thee, O God.” 

(Palestrina, Sicut Cervus)

Longing without satisfaction.
I’m so tired of dwelling outside of Your courts.
What is the key to entry?

I wish I knew.