I am confused

But it's holy confusion

Because I am trying to find in it God.

I see that letting go

may send me spinning but

That's where the leading has led.

If I say I can't say

If I know I can't know more
Than a child who knew mother,

A mother who loved children more

Than the deepest sea farthest world highest of mountains?

I cling to the hope of love,

Let go of me.