I pray but to myself

For You would never leave me comfortless

For You but give it all to all

But I cannot accept Your gentle touch

My fear of You forbids me to accept

Your everlasting love

My belief in my own littleness

dictates the little that I will receive

I pray but to myself

For You give everything and always

There are no limits to Your love except my own

I pray but to myself

For You would not want me to suffer pain

Or loss of any kind

And so I pray to what I made of you, an image that I hold

To substitute Your magnitude for things that last

Only an instant and that leave

Me with less than nothing to behold

 All this I pray to while Your love 

Surrounds me in an everlasting light

so vast and unimaginable 

I can only shut the door to You 

And ask for scraps when what You offer to me

Is Yourself

Your glorious Self, Your peace and stillness deep

Your comfort and Your everlasting arms

And so I pray until one day 

I realize that I have everything I want

And ever wanted 

And then prayer can become

What it has always been, a song

Of love between

Creation and Creator

Lover and Beloved

You and me