O Holiness, O Mystery,
For just a moment, I attempt to wrestle
on the shores of how much I don’t know.
For just a moment, I leave on the river banks
my personified god with hands and heart and breath
In order to recognize that You—
You that is It, that is Everything, that is Beyond—
are not the tame-able god that I worship.

O Wild Imagination,
O Divine Contradiction,
You just might be both
Rock and Earthquake,
Calculated Orbit and Chaos Theory,
Devastation and Birth,
Yes and No,
Stunning in power and Helpless in love.

Injure the stable hip of my faith
so that I cannot walk without remembering
how much I don’t know.