Why do you take away everything and leave me with nothing but you? Your grace is so nebulous, and often I can't touch your love. You say it's easy and light, but I'm about to break. Where is the quick fix and placebo of joy? A drink of water that causes no more thirst, isn't this what you promised? But I’ve been swallowing the ashes and dust of lies I'm convinced are true. I don't want another trite answer that's right, I want to know concrete hope, to feel tangible love in practice, not in theory. Mostly I'm tired of disappointment, self-inflicted through poor choices and high expectations. Your answer is faith, but what good is faith in a round world that turns out to be flat?