Dear God,
I cannot love Thee the way I want to.
You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and my self is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon.
The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps that is all one like I am should or could see;
but what I am afraid of,
dear God,
is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon,
and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing.