a poem Rusty sent me [by Ted Loder]

How shall I pray?
Are tears prayers, Lord?
Are screams prayers,
or groans
or sighs
or curses?
Can trembling hands be lifted to you,
or clenched fists
or the cold sweat that trickles down my back
or the cramps that knot my stomach?
Lord, help me!
Help me to accept you as you are, Lord:
mysterious,
hidden,
strange,
unknowable.
Lord, help me to trust you.