I Believe You Love Me

I attempt to stuff your love
into boundaries of understanding.
Horror and pleasure
of an all knowing, powerful God
relating to man.
You are no idol carved by
my own hands.
Surely
I repulse your holiness.
Hiding my nakedness behind the lushness
of creation, fearing your
righteousness.
You call,
“Walk with me!”
Infinity fitting into finite
Inviting belief–love
so vast choosing to fit
into a heart
grounded by the gravity
of sin.