You don’t come in the expression of pleasure, O Lord.
No, You come within the darkness of pain.

Daylight finds You hidden,
it’s in the darkness of night that You smile.

My hope was that I could get You
through the power of my knowledge
or intellect, or through my riches.

You corrected my mistake
and made me understand:
it‘s only through love that You can be attained.

My ego, and those mistaken philosophies –
keep the truth obscured unnecessarily.

But the liberation of intellect comes in the blink of an eye
when a tiny bit of grace is received.