A Prayer of Astonishment

We call out your name in as many ways as we can.
We fix your role toward us in the ways we need.
We approach you from the particular angle of our life.
     We do all that, not because you need to be identified,
     but because of our deep need,
                            our deep wound,
                            our deep hope.
And then, we are astonished that while our names for you
     serve for a moment,
     you break beyond them in your freedom,
     you show yourself yet fresh beyond our utterance,
     you retreat into your splendor beyond our grasp.
We are - by your freedom and your hiddenness - 
     made sure yet again that you are God...
            beyond us, for us, but beyond us,
            not at our beck and call,
            but always in your own way.
We stammer at your identity,
            only to learn that it is our own unsettling
            before you that wants naming.
Beyond all our explaining and capturing and fixing you...
            we give you praise,
            we thank you for your fleshed presence in suffering love,
            and for our names that you give us. Amen.

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Brueggemann, Walter. Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth. Fortress Press: Minneapolis, 2003. Pg. 14.