Knowing

If I could sit with the creator,
I wouldn’t ask a thing.
I’d let his warmth consume me whole
and all his grace shine in.
I’d soak in all the love he gives
and know inside his heart I live.
Yes that would be my goal,
to radiate this soul.
I’d never ask him to unearth,
the secrets of this well made earth,
or why men love or hate,
or what will be my fate.
I’d never question birds or bees
or ponder of the sky or trees.
The mountains or their fire,
of passion or desire.
For though he made me as his own,
this image of his...
flesh and bone.
There’s one truth that I see
equal we shall not be...
he’s God and I am me.

Deo Volente
May 1st 2009