What can I say to God
that He doesn’t already know?
My mind is His creation.
My heart is His mold.

Yet, I pray every day,
at the opening of my eyes,
upon awareness of my life,
in recognition of His strife.

Again and again, I go to God
knowing that He knows,
the questions of my mind
the yearnings of my soul.

That’s just the way God is,
the Presence always knowing.
Seeing all of me flawed.
Loving all of me growing.