Wings of a dove

My Father, sometimes I’m deeply restless, and I don’t know what to ask because I need so much. Then I have no words for you. My cry seems only about this world: I just want the wings of a dove to fly away. Yet all the time you’ve taken my restlessness as a prayer. You’ve heard my cry for a dove’s wings as a cry for you. You’ve received the longings I can’t name as your Spirit praying for me. I don’t know what I’m asking, but you do, my God. You know the need beneath my wordless groan. I’m made in your image, so I can only rest in what gives you rest. So you’ve credited my restlessness to me as righteousness, and called my groaning your Spirit’s prayer. Amen.