God of Peace,
I’m sitting here perfectly still, but not.
I am pulled outward, like the spinning of a top.
Is that You, who applies this centrifugal force to my inner man?
Is that You, who stirs up restlessness within me?
Is this your way of calling me inward, to pray?
Is this your way of calling me outward, to serve?
Perhaps it is both.
First one, and then the other.
Cause me to discern your voice in these spinning times.