Adoration, contrition, intercession, petition:
God, what sharp edges you have.
What an anvil
What a chain
What a rusty old filing cabinet you are.
I don't request forgiveness
for leaving your stone tablets in the rain
(you should have sealed them)
or for asking for my questions back.
Your mysteries were always your best feature.
Elsewhere on the spiral of divinity,
thank God,
you peer from human eyes
and bid me pray
not unto you but into you,
and that, that is where we start again:
the ocean and the wave.
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