How lonely is God?
Yhwh must be.
No point of reference;
No beginning, nor end.
I can't imagine,
What it would be like to sit in silence.
For so long.
You make beings to love You;
But You await their choice.
You want their virtue,
A purity only You provide.
I have a reference point;
A beginning, and end.
Sometimes the silence deafens
Sometimes, I have no one to talk to.
What is it like to be surrounded by fools?
Yet, You choose to love.
You also ask,
To be chosen.
