“Why?” demands Your child again;

I’m injusticed, tired, petulant.

“If you are God, then why?”

No reason comes. I kick my feet

Until You call and face me toward


You make me marvel at Leviathan

And lead me, limping, to Peniel.

God, forgive my wanton desires!

Bring the end of me, and fill with

The comfort of Your good infinity.