I tremble
Because I know I treat You
As a spoiled child
Treats a doting uncle.
Demanding, yet aloof,
Loving when it suits me.
When I should treat You
As a marching ant
Treats a roaring thunderstorm,
Fearful and in awe,
Hoping just for mercy.
I tremble
Because I know You to be God,
But speak with such
Flippant expectation,
Ordering accountability, to me.
When I should speak with
Reverent supplication,
Offering accountability, to You.
I am a minnow
Screaming at the Ocean
Insisting it make itself solid
So that I might walk over it
Neglecting all sense, order,
And knowledge of the way I have been formed.
Oh, I tremble.

– s. Clark