I do not rebel against you.
My faith is deep in my soul,
But, my Lord, I don't feel you
Anywhere...
Do you ever see me, hear me,
Do my cries ever make a ripple,
Even one, in the pool of Your infinity?

My mother, I do rebel.
How could I ever understand,
How could I ever hope
That you would see me?
The very air that stirs in my lungs
Even this is different from yours.
Please tell me why...

Am I defiled when I speak,
Or, have I sinned beyond redemption?
I know it is not so....I do not rebel.
And you, my mother, called me loose
When I breathed three immortal words
I love you
And I am no longer chaste when warm fingers encircle my own.