to be the grace of the inclined tune of speech

remorseful in my attempts to pacify the conscience of the world
this Earth does not deserve You, but could, by only Your own willingness
I have seen and heard You as male and as female, I know You are neither
You are proclaiming Yourself as a mother/father to the Earth-riddled places

that we hide ourselves, parched and inharmonious, but to You
I understand, You value our agency as well as our vulnerability
have I lost it all to be able talk to You? You Yourself said I was never
meant to write poetry, what a different life You must have had in mind

some years ago I swore to write a thesis for You that captured a sensible adage
I achieved it somewhat, under the wrong God, but the same sentiment
that these songs might have the ability to soothe You, so You said, I do not know
how that it possible, but I believe You, I believe in Your time beside me