Poetry

[Confused]

What am I, O Lord?

Dear Lord, what am I to you,
a puppet on a string,
or a child of your very being?

O Lord, don't you know that I long for you,
for you are the only true lover,
that can satiate the love in my heart.

Dear Lord, come hither to me,
and take me into thy bosom.
Make love to me on the meadows of infinity,
so that I dissolve into you in complete ecstasy.

I search for you, O my divine lover,
in the mountains and amidst the valleys,
in the dens and the fields,
but I find you no where.
Where are you, O my divine Lover?

Lord, I long to sing praises to you,
singing the glory of thy infinite being.
The peace I search for,
is neither in wisdom nor in action,
but in myself rendered unto you in devotion.

I am growing mad, O Lord,
in my desperation to be lost in you.
Please grant me my desire,
of merging into the bliss of thy sacred fire.

I know not the secrets of your creation,
nor do I care for the merits of their narration.
All I know is that I can be rid of disease,
only when I enter into thy final peace.

Come, O my paramour,
let us dissolve in the passion of devotion this night.