I sought from my Lord daily relief
from persistent disquiet and shame;
absolution and allowance
for my chronic failures,
my miserable inadequacy,
until one day my Lord said to me,
It was I who hobbled you –
to keep you from straying too far.
I cuffed your wrists to keep your hands
out of mischief and folded in prayer.
I placed the blinders on – to train your vision
in the one direction you need to go.
I plugged your ears to reveal the inner voice.
I built you tongued-tied, odd and solitary
to separate you from the seductive crowd
because you belong to no one else but Me.
O child of God, to properly sharpen the blade,
rough and fine-grained must be the whetstone.