god, be ("phone poems" 2 of 3)

God, be with me.
Be by my side.
Why do I run?
Why do You hide?

God, be present
in every storm,
and in every blessing
that takes form.

God, be beauty.
Be moon and stars,
and sun and clouds,
so near and far.

God, behold,
a prayer comes through,
that one day,
I will know You, too.

-lj
19 June 2018