“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
I AM.
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.