Perfect imperfection

Perfect imperfection
              
I once fancied this poetry as a collaboration
between the human and the Divine –
 
my Lord giving me the insights
(which I humbly and eagerly receive)
 
and then I writing my imperfect verse.
But I see now that is a false view –
 
a distancing of myself from my Muse.
O my true Self!  You supply the insights
 
and You write the poems. 
Within this realm of duplicity
 
my poetry is quite limited, thoroughly human, 
but within Your Oneness, its eternal status
 
is ever perfect and sublime.
The art and solace anyone derives from it
 
is Your well-timed, ever-vigilant gift,
an intrinsic part of Your infinite Perfection.
 
O child of God, read and write these poems
as a metaphor for your own perfect imperfection.