You are too much for this world
too much for me
too much for others to notice
too much for many to care.

Do you know how good you are?
How did God expect us to receive you?
I try not to worship an idol,
but my reverence for you remains.
You alone make me guilty of...
myself.
As you are somewhere far ahead of us,
yet you claim you were below.
Far nearer to the angels,
than our base humanity.
Constantly you challenge the world
without asking us to join.
We cannot comprehend it usually.

Do the others notice this?
Or am I alone in this ravishing appreciation?
this ravaging appreciation.
I do not deserve a breath of you,
yet you share it.
And still I long for more.

I doubt you could fathom my need for you
because you have no need for me.
Do you need at all?
A dream, that I could help you in some way.
Some infinitesimal matter in which I,
lowly, could aid you.
But, without Providence, never.

You are too much for me.