My grace is sufficient for you,
for power is made perfect in weakness
—2 Corinthians 12.9
God of power, I fail before you gladly.
I cede my fantasy of strength.
My weakness is the vacuum you enter.
Unable, I stand on the earth of you.
In struggle you are my strength.
In defeat, you are my victory.
You hallow my falterings and fallings;
in my failures you stand like a tower.
Only in the sabbath of not doing
do I behold your being.
In the unformed abyss of my helplessness
you are the brooding Spirit, the creating voice.
Unable, I cease what can be attempted,
and risk becoming what can only be received.
Give me the courage of weakness,
to open myself to your power.
I am the negative space in which you become,
the nothing in which all things sing.
You are the bell; I am the hollow space.
I am the silence; you are the music.
—July 2, 2018