Belittled

Almighty God!
The never started, never ending!
The realities of you, when I attempt a thought, only dwarf
how pale it is.
I am so far removed from the full understanding of you,
there is no reason to me attempting,
as some are in the habit of doing.

Nonsense!

Yet you love me!
Further nonsense!

Brilliant minds, which only make mine laughable
can contain information of the sun that serves
to belittle my existence.

tiny

What little knowledge I have of the sun,
makes me feel small, and it is only the first belittlement.

How do you love me?

These thoughts are far.... beyond
me
I cannot touch or grasp them.
You obliterate my ability
to describe or explain with any creative genius
I don't even have.

Yet you recognize me
out of eternity you meet me right
now
here

now
you are with me as I was born

now
you are with me when I flat-line.

now
you recognize and love me.

How is it that you care for me?
Are you crazy?

My heart whispers, it is all it can gather,
amazed that you could hear it at all.

My heart whispers,
Papa God, I love you,

too.

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LISTENING TO: "The Silver Cord" by Classic Crime
READING: "Angry Conversations with God" by Susan Isaacs