Alchemy

Approaching You, within my heart,

With nobody else in the way, I ask:

What have I to give you, Lord?

You, who made it all?

Searching, it would seem,

I have only gifts of vanity,

Sundry rationalized items,

Made ‘pure’ in a crucible,

Of base desires and good intentions.

Am I true?

And my gifts to You~

Is there any vein of gold,

In this fool’s dross?

What would You have me give, O Lord?

For I am only a question in the presence of You.

I am filled with every kind of uncertainty,

Shrouded in layers of abject perplexity~

Am I a whisper of your humility?

Or a dissolving vapor of pride?

God, am I Cain or am I Able?

~FS