To the extent that safety and rest and joy are the subtext of spiritual endeavor, to that extent count the blessings that arise from the unnameable. I don't mean to demean the tsunamis of naming that go on -- that's part of the routine -- but what is unnameable ... well, what could be more suited to the echoing quest? To be safe and smiling: What a target, what a wish, what an impossible possibility.
No threats. No promises. No certainties nor uncertainties either. Gain a grip and let go of goodness.
Just a small and fractured prayer this morning.