Why Lord

Why Lord,
Do You place me in a garden of sweets
Fill me with hunger and desire
And then forbid me from tasting?

Why Lord,
Do You build what I destroy
Destroy what I build
And then strip me of from all but You?

Why Lord,
Do You set me on fire
Then go hiding
And let me search in despair?

Why Lord,
Do You make the thirsty
Reveal an apparent fresh fountain
But make it a mirage when I am to drink?

Why Lord,
Am I given nothing from wanting
But given this world and the next
When I am exhausted from wanting in vain?

Why Lord,
Am I created as your slave
But from truly serving You
I become a Lord?

Why Lord,
Do You show me light
When I’m lost in darkness
And have become darkness itself?

Why Lord,
Do You sit there
When I shed tears of repentance
And just laugh at my regretful state?

Why Lord,
When I scream of anger and misery
You keep calm and quiet
Then embrace me intimately?

Why Lord,
When I break a thousand heroic vows
You silence my cries with a gesture
‘Schhh!’ followed by ‘I love You..’?

Am I an shoreless ocean?
Or an oceanless shore?
How can I be emptied from all but You
When containing You is all in its vastness?

This world is so perplex and complex
I am little and simple – yet the master
Why Lord, Oh why..?