Clever is Your Game, my Lord:
what I have – I forget,
what I miss – I reminiscent about…

If I would have seen You;
if I would have held You in my arms
– would I neglect that sweet memory?
Would I postpone and ignore
Your worship?

And in this way
– missing, longing, pining, crying –
You keep stirring my heart;
keep my loving alive?

Strange are the ways of life
– paradox gives it meaning.
The One Who Is Always Here
keeps me missing Him,
so that in a wild search
I surrender all my expectations
and accept what I already have.