Dear God

I, who I’m not, saw today what is and what is not.

I can feel the burning flame of desire,

the butterfly that touch my soul gentle with its wings every now and then.  

How long is this road?  How many bends and stones?

I can see the picture, I can feel the warmth. 

The thing is out there, but I’m still here.

Do I rush it, do I wait?

How many nights turning and tossing before I will know?

Take the rawness from I, who I’m not

Hold it, never heal it, so that I might feel

Break my pride, my false

Make me naked so that I can be ………