Lately I've groaned much in your presence Lord. Sometimes that's the most articulate I can be. I've often felt bent beneath the weight of life. I know that walking with you requires suffering. I really don't like the pain, but I know that by these trials you're teaching me to reach out to you and cry for help.  Sometimes it's just a moan. But you are near to hear even my moans. Only you can understand them. 

(Taken from my Spiritual Reflections: Attempting Honesty, 1999; published at NeedNotFret.com)