Talking Prayer with the Apostle Paul

Some want a god who whispers,
or maybe roars.
You give us a God who groans.
And what is it that generates
such glory-craving, guttural moans?

We are not ready for this:
Our own aches lodged deeper
than our bones. Desires behind
desires.

So the creation itself wails,
waiting for some Edenic arrival
of a happily ever after. But
the One who levitated over
apparently eternal waters grits
his proverbial teeth over
the pains of another universe,
groaning over the disjointed galaxies
we call our souls.

Is this what you contend?
So be it then.