Truth be known,
I know not what I say,
Nor what I do
For I cannot possess it.

A fleeting moment
Like a shooting star.
Presence proclaimed
Disappearing in a breath.

Who am I
But a tool to be used in God's hands.
To shape and be shaped
In accordance with Its will.

I do not exist
Except in and for Its existence.
I am not outside of It
But within the womb of all creation.

The power rushes through me,
Untapped in its potential.
Directed only by the One
I stand clear of myself.

The mind struggles with the immensity
Until put to rest with a divine lullaby.
Love is the question
And yet also the answer.