English Poem–Unnatural nature

When my King is thoroughly occupied with my thoughts, He ignores me completely.

When He is overpowered by the welling desire to talk to me, He assumes a deep silence.

He refuses me through and through, but gives abundantly, unasked.

He reveals himself in simple ways, but flusters my wisdom when I try to figure out His majesty.

And when my Lord is moved by the desire to shower His love upon me—this is His trademark work—He sends clouds of problems to snare me and make me wriggle in pain.

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