Valentine's Eve

Lord, I remember how small I am,
and forget your greatness.
My inadequacy, magnified through my perception,
dwarfs your supremacy.

I ache to be counted humble
and humble myself in my own sight
rather than yours
And I reap despair.

It is wise to think of and consider oneself
honestly
It is right to acknowledge the fragility of this vessel.
But not at the expense
of the glory within.

I am weak- but what is weakness? It is
nothing, it is a dim memory,
forgotten, irrelevant, insignificant
In light of your surpassing greatness.

I saw the Lord, high and exalted,
seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple.
Holy.

And I am restored
because you are holy
and in your strength do I find
my weakness redeemed.

The cure for self-centeredness
Pride as well as self-doubt
is in an experience of
your holiness.

Virtue cannot come from only an adequate understanding of myself.
My hope comes from an understanding, an experience of you.

And in your strength I am saved
In your keeping do I find rest
In your life is my life hid.

Fill the universe with yourself.

No wonder they cry, 'Holy, holy, holy.'