We Have Become Like Our Gods.

We know you are right and we know we’ve been foolish.

Yes, they have eyes but do not see.
They have ears but do not hear.

Fashioned from wood and stone
and paper
and cotton
and sugar
and flesh
they cannot see or hear and yet we bow.

How slummy are our hearts and how anemic our affections.

We are quick to turn our faces from Your throne
to seek lesser, lower lovers.

And before Your good Self,
we notice ours
in new nakedness.

We have become like our gods.

It is us who have eyes but do not see
and ears but do not hear.

we are the fashioned ones, in self-perpetuated works of crafting our lives with materials of wood and stone
and paper
and cotton
and sugar
and flesh.

Our rightful place is among those thrown into the fire – not here in Your presence, with Your seeing, hearing Self who is grand in appearance and the only Speaking One we can name.

No, here we are out of place.

We cannot see or hear.

And yet we bow.

Because we know it is only here that we find our true selves. Here, Your Self gives name and, therefore, promise.

You give us eyes unscaled and ears unwaxed.

And so we ask You to be this God again with us today.

See us with pity and hear us with mercy.

Until our eyes are opened…

and we become like our God again.