We are restless.
Because there are things to do.
The world is full of mysteries to solve.
Ideas to think.
Words to read and stories to tell.
Discoveries to drag into the light.
People to meet, and help, and heal.
Prayers to pray and sunrises to see.
We’re restless.
And incomplete.
Inexperienced.
And imperfect.
But together— together,
we are a foundation for each other.
Upon which we are free to fall and fail and fumble and find our ways
and succeed over and over and over again.
As we encounter others—and each other.
As we discover who we are.
As we seek out God in all things.
In the twisted ladder of a double helix.
In between the lines of literary masterpieces.
In the research we conduct.
And in the conduits of the human mind.
In the languages that we learn.
The history we uncover.
The bonds that we create.
And the faith that we carry forward.
In all that we do.
All that we are.
All that we become.
All as one.