What can I say to You, my God? Shall I collect together all the words that praise Your Holy Name? Shall I give You all the names of this world – You, the Unnameable?
 
Shall I call You:            God of my life
                                    Meaning of my existence
                                    Hallowing of my acts
                                    My journey’s End
                                    Bitterness of my bitter hours
                                    You, my most treasured happiness?
 
Shall I say:                    Creator
                                    Sustainer
                                    Pardoner
                                    Near One
                                    Distant One
                                    Incomprehensible One
                                    God of both flowers and stars
                                    God of the Gentle Wind
                                    Wisdom
                                    Power
                                    Loyalty and Truthfulness
                                    Eternity and Infinity
                                    You the All-merciful
                                    You the Just One
                                    You Love itself
 
Or shall I say:               Breath Within
                                    Holy Light
                                    Gracious Spirit
                                    Womb of all
                                    Keeper of Promises
                                    Enabling Friend
                                    Amazing Grace
                                    Mystery of Love
                                    Compassionate Heart
                                    Freedom of the Oppressed
            
            Are there any titles I needn’t give You? And when I have listed them all, what have I said? If I should take my stand on the shore of Your Endlessness and shout into the trackless reaches of Your Being all the words I have ever learned in the poor prison of my little existence, what should I have said? I should never have spoken the last word about You.
 
                                 ~Karl Rahner
 
 
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
~Rumi