Trying to find You 
to draw near to You
to rest in You this morning, 
I was drawn to corners of my mind 
long ago covered in dust;
and there I was stuck –  
stuck in the muck 
of the guilt 
of my carelessness 
my selfishness 
my stubbornness. 
Where does my faith go 
when this happens – 
fleeing like a frightened chipmunk 
that scurries into a darkened hole in the ground? 
How infantile must my faith be,
that it cannot even see You 
in the dust-covered corners 
of my own mind?