I have no words to pray with...

So I offer you silence as my prayer.

I have no words to pray with.

I cannot name you, you who meets me as Mystery.
I cannot put words to my desire for you, my longing for you, my trust in you.
Any words I speak ultimately dissolve into paradox.
I want you, and I resist you. I seek you, and I seek anything but you.
I yearn to be vulnerable before you, and I try so very hard to keep my armor inta…