Nearer my God to Thee

Nearer my God to Thee
 
In the Pentecostal pews of my childhood, we sang,
(as they did when the Titanic went down)
 
nearer, nearer, my God, to Thee. 
Years later, I was told by Meher
 
that God is nearer than my breath,
thus unsettling my resolve to inch ever closer –
 
God being always at hand,
yet beyond my ability
 
to know and feel His presence.
Having wondered for a lifetime if God exists,
 
my Lord suggested that I should instead question
whether or not I exist.  And the answer to that
 
might relieve me of every burden 
accumulated over a lifetime of search.
 
O child, get nearer to God (per Meher), by moving
further and further from I, me and mine.