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.