Large fingers pushing me
You’re God and you’ve got big hands
Colors blend... and challenges you give me
Seek my part... devote myself
My small self... like a book against the many on the shelf
Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all
Sometimes I reach to myself, dear god.