Eucatastrophe

I long to know you
to sing your songs
to dance your dance
to speak your words
to rest in you

I long to know you
but you know me

I long to know you
but you hide from me
you harden my heart
fill me with doubt
fashion me in questions

you know my limits
my reedy voice
my heavy feet
my graceless hands

but you have
promised more to less
you have made greatness from wastelands
hope from straw

so when I call to you from below the low
it is not in vain

I long to know it is not in vain.