Our choice renders your omnipotence, impotent.
The complexity of your creation shrouds you in fog.
Your omniscience makes you unknowable to us.
You abide in all things, thus I touch myself
when I try to touch you, making you untouchable.
You are the first cause so you are, as yet, unforgiven.

Never-the-less,

Impotent, unseen, unknown, untouched, unforgiven
though you are,
you command to be worshiped.

How lonely you must be.
How completely removed you must feel.
How frustrated by your creation you must be.

A reality seen as mirage.
A mirrored image of the universe, revealing nothing.

But even so, you are to be worshiped.

You are the furthest star and beyond.
You are in the void between the particles in the atom.
You are those particles and infinitely smaller.
How is it possible to be more than everything?
Yet you are greater than the sum of all things.

How are you possible?

You are the answer to billions of questions.
You are the question for which there is no answer.

And for all of this, you are worshiped.

I pray to you, obey you, am in awe of you.
My senses and intuition and spirit,
by faith,
know You,
thank You,
praise you,
love You,
because
YOU ARE.