I want to dance in your infinite
beauty.
So I may not look for anything else
than you.
I want to immerse myself in the
beauty of your holiness.
But how would I be able to do that?
Every time I contemplate
your holiness,
I am made aware of my own wickedness;
Of the filth in my soul,
Of my ugly stains,
Of my many imperfections,
I am made aware that I can never be
worthy
Of your presence,
I have lost the fight,
For a millionth time,
But you never seemed to mind my
losing.
Maybe you think it is necessary for
me to lose,
But I am covered with shame every
time.
This soul wants to be free.
How long oh God,
Would it take me to enjoy your presence?
Without feeling guilty
Of what I maybe to you.
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