You pick and choose who you would like to serve you
and how -
some for special purposes
some for common use;
there is nothing inherent in me
that is significant to you -
only that I have your thumbprint and signature
- and that is significant.
There is no promise I can make to you
that you would need me to keep -
no disappointment that can shatter your world
or shake your core;
You are entirely self-contained
and self-supported,
having no need of me,
and yet choosing to look upon me with significance -
choosing to impart to me
wonderful and mysterious knowledge,
choosing to make yourself known
to one who could hardly recognize you.
You are too wonderful for me
and your mysteries fly over my head.
Your words,
heavy with meaning,
go in one ear and out the other.
And yet you strive with me
because you made me
and I have always been yours to do with as you please.
As if I am a glass vase,
you see right through to my contents -
not a single item is hidden from your sight.
You are too wonderful for me
And your mysteries are too exciting,
too terrifying.
And yet you look upon me with mercy.
A poor, small, helpless thing,
A broken and contrite spirit,
A heart that aches for you.