Metanoia

I got up early one morning, And rushed right into the day; I had so much to accomplish, I didn’t have Time to pray. Troubles just tumbled about me, And heavier came each task. "Why doesn’t God help me?" I wondered. He answered, "You didn’t ask." I tried to come into God’s presence; I used all my keys at the lock. God gently and lovingly chided, "Why, child, you didn’t knock." I wanted to see joy and beauty, But the day toiled on gray and bleak. I wondered why God didn’t show me. He said, "You didn’t seek." by Anonymous