My ABC's of Theology

Among your countless worlds of beauty rise
believing hearts whose minds and dreams survive,
constrained by sickness, pain withstood through time.
Denied our quest for immortality, we
envision life beyond our certain death.
Forgive us for the days we failed our trials.
Great God, look past the times we shirked
heroic feats of courage you inspired.
Instead, in sloth, we sank beneath the mire,
jaws seized by mud's wet grip, our fate foretold,
kept bound in darkness, cold, enslaved below,
loquacious tongues loosed sharp with bitter words.
My God, look past our feeble, mortal ways.
Now peer into our deepest soul's desire,
or never could you comprehend our fire,
persistent, hot with beastly lust, we are.
Quest long and hard, our failing wills must strive,
resounding goodness deep within our hearts,
surmounting selfish ways to break the bonds
that you yourself bred deepest in our parts.
Until we wake and see ourselves in you,
vie upward from our lowly, mortal place,
we fail to see divineness being born,
'Xtracting strength to conquer fear and rise,
your children born and birthing you anew,
zygote, God, immortal, we are you.

Scott Speck
05/22/2002