On the Cognizance of my Limitations as Worship

As the years pass, I am painfully aware that all of my lamenting about the pain of uncertainty and the inadequacy of language represents an immature mind. Life in its fullest begins on the other side of that lament — not on the other side of the experience, but rather on the other side of the complaint. Life for me in its fullest begins as my very grieving itself becomes worship. I am awed by the ultimate. My growing cognizance of my limitations is the ground of my growing wonder for the unlimited. Life can be a psalm.