I don't want to have the answers
they would crush me, that's for sure.

in the midst of study,
constant study,

Grant me every reason to keep
chasing,
searching
doubting
wondering
risking

keep me always
just a little
lost

May I never
ever
lose the tears that fall
when glimpsing beauty;
the little gasps and constant, pulsing aches
reminiscent of a life alive;

alive and well and wondering.

May I never
ever
win.

I'd rather not be right

I'd rather You be more than what I think,
and ever so much greater than my tiny hands can hold.

In the midst of constant study,
keep me

hoping,

dancing,
giggling,
searching
wondering,
stumbling

still.