When we suffer, various sutras suggest,
God wants us to suffer
or God through us wants to suffer,
to know the shadow of Himself utterly,
the uncomfortable Truth being God Infinite
is made of terrible versions
of that thing called Love
and in the limited, pinched edition
of Who He is that we are, we experience,
or God experiences through us,
the entire gamut existentially possible.
Who am I? God asked and we now are
routinely blessed, tortured, intrigued,
bewildered and beleaguered by the answer.
O child of God, to know Infinite God is to run
through every card in the deck.