Reading a beautiful prayer journal from American novelist and essay writer Flannery O’Connor.  I just think this is such a beautifully descriptive prayer:

"Dear God, I cannot love thee the way I want to.  You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and myself is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon.  The crescent is very beautiful, and perhaps that is all one like I am should, or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my whole self-shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing"