O G-d of the silent moments,
veiling Yourself in mystery and question,
capture my soul…find me.
When Your people gravitate left and right,
and miss You in the shadowlands.
capture my soul…realign me.
As my grace turns to judgment,
reestablishing the barriers that you took down,
capture my soul…restore me.
Your silence creates a hunger,
but my diet is junk food,
a spirituality that makes you feel full, but has no nourishment.
Without your voice,
my choices fall into manmade categories,
and I miss the sliver of grace that defines Your love.
But when You speak so that I can hear,
I see things in a different light,
the log removed and the cheek turned,
O G-d, capture my soul