you
so holy
so perfect
righteous
the author of wisdom
incomprehensible
me
created
yet fallen
bent towards failure
stubborn
and stupid
broken
where
how
can these two meet?
there is nothing
i can do
but like a
baby bird
cranes its
wobbly neck
up
up
up
towards
its mother
and then exhaustedly
collapses.
and there you are
and here
i
am.
