Please

do not let the overflow of love overwhelm my heart
with sorrow,
your lusty eyes,
your sweet excess
has driven me near the cliffs of madness.

my heart weeps into the night
under the piercing needle of the nightingale,
my heart sings and longs for your love
dear God although you are feminine now.

that you overwhelm me with your infinite knowledge
and mind,
I, a mere mortal, must be content with limits.
you are kind, good, and generous, but I
like my narrow-mindedness,
my soul breathes to adore and worship your manifold hands,
manifold dimes.

do not accuse me Lord of not respecting your creation
for morals have to do with culture,
not with physics or biology,
and do not think me a beast
because I complain about the tyranny of evil.

I myself am indifferently evil,but you Lord
never justify yourself by saying that I could not
have created the Universe and its manifold mechanisms.

For, you are right. But that is a rationalization.