Dear God, Who knows All, You know my heart, My thoughts and desires. Often, I come to You Unclean-- Always in fact I do. But it seems That so often I am Uncontent Even though so much Of beauty, grace and goodness Swells around me. Life confuses me; I doubt It confuses Thee. I have seen Much I do not understand And much I do not like. I have fought Against this world of sin, But then--who But You Can divide Good and Bad? To be honest, God, I've felt cheated By it all. Yet, when I fall 'Tis only through My own clumsiness. My soul is striped With selfishness And my love is hollow, Just a shell I hide inside Like a tortoise. In a Universe always Running down, Where nothing lasts, Where nothing comes for free, Love is the only Thing, which, The more it's used up, The more of it there is. You know this; You know why I call to You. I call because I want something (As usual) But don't listen to that, please! Will I never learn Humility? I wish I Could come before You With a clean, wholesome heart Filled with Love, Knowing I was doing all I could. But I cannot. What I do Is just one-googolth What I could. This is understood. But, God! Please let it be so! I know I ask At least in part Because 'tis I who have Suffered want and pain. I know I don't deserve relief. But God, Answer my prayer, If You can. I won't promise You I'll do better If You do; I can't bargain with You. I know I'm Holding back my Cup of Love While others Go thirsty for just a tiny sip. But I ask too much, I know. God, the World Is in Your Hands. I am powerless before You To move or sway A Mind I cannot envision. So-- Whatever You can do, I appreciate. Thank You, God.
8/5/76 - 11/29/78
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