Holy One,
your creativity is infinite;
our ability to respond to your
expansive imagination
is not.
I do not think that you forget our frailty.
Perhaps we forget that you have made us
a little lower than the angels;
another mark of the divine capacity to dream.
Whatever the reason for this rift between
your mind and our mundanity,
I wish you would,
of your fabled compassion,
think about meeting us halfway;
at a time and place of your own
considerable convenience,
of course.
Amen.
over the water 