All my prayerful asking 
was really ignorant begging – 
thinking I knew myself 
better than God 
thinking happiness 
contentment 
and 
fulfillment 
came from this world 
its people 
and 
its blasphemous reverence. 
Thanks be to God 
that the revelation of this 
– this immature ignorance – 
brings not shame
but instead 
relief 
once again 
in the knowing 
that I do not know – 
and even better 
that I do not have to know. 
Because guess what 
little one – 
God knows! 

*With thanks for the meditative writings on June 9th from Oswald Chambers in My Utmost for His Highest, and anonymous writer(s) in For Today (Overeaters Anonymous, Inc.)