Dear LORD GOD. Master of All. Creator. Father…
See how I rage inside in spite and fury;
hear me ill-tempered and ill-mannered,
spurning and deriding;
know my lusty eye and ravenous belly;
know my hands that have bruised and broken;
my deceitful heart that can lie in the midst of my prayers.
I know the dizzying lunacy of drunkenness,
the hollow delight of carnal pleasures,
the insane seeming-freedoms of blasphemy,
the malice-filled madnessin spilling another man`s blood.
I know the fell creature that hides
hides behind the polite smiles and inculcate niceties
hiding the impulses to destroy, seduce, conquer, and curse.
I love the feel of wet grass underfoot
in the cool of a Summer evening;
the scent of my wife`s hair
when she arises in the morning
(so quietly as to not awaken me)
her neck, her eyes, her lips, her;
and the soury sweet burn
of the Vineyard`s spirits
rollicking down my throat;
and woolen pajamas, and kisses,and apples, and laughter, and dirt;
and the way I often weep upon the Dawning of a Sunrise new…
…the way a man grips my hand in handshake
as though I am what holds him upon the earth,
the wild desperation of creative destruction
simmering under the thickness of our brows.
I am… I am… I am a man enmeshed,
tangled by the steamy tendrils of Your dulcet Summer days,
enslaved to the fixed strictures of a Sovereign LORD.
Wherefore have You come to me, sweet Master of Infinity?