Blind Man’s Bluff I spend so much time Feeling around in the dark, Hoping that I will blunder Into the arms of God.
The times of silence And the child-like self denials The attempts at half-understood Varieties of prayer, The falling down and getting up again— All, all are intended Somehow to help me Fumble my way toward Him.
I believe in a Reality Beyond my comprehension and my touch And I want to be where He is. I have never wanted anything as much.