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.