"leave a candle on the porch"

sounds like a coin (has flip sides)
looks like a die (it has many flip sides)

but it acts/feels like a cloud, i can walk through it and not feel it, i can ignore or fret and affect it not.

yet calm pervades.

though a patron saint of lost causes, You are the King of lost causes.
You give us worth and You, the First Cause, cause all things, cause us to exist, to exist for a cause, Your cause.

mud from my eyes God, i want to see You.
blood from my veins God, i want to feel You.

and i don't understand Your love.
and i don't demonstrate Your love.
and i don't deserve Your/her love.