When God comes to us let husbands and wives be apart so they will be ready.
When God comes to us let the mountain be bordered off so no one rushes up to find the heights.
When God comes to us let it be in a desert: Not where we come from and not where we will be, but where it is no one’s country and no one’s true home.
When God comes to us let it be black fire on white fire, the light of absence on absence.
When God comes to us let the emptiness have its space and let it be filled with the memory we allow ourselves and the hope we allow ourselves that is like the hope you could see in the void when the universe began.
In that space in that emptiness in that quiet let us invite God.