I Thought I Loved Her

I thought I loved her.

She was in every thought that crossed my mind.

She was before me in everything.

If I offended her, I was filled with great sorrow.

I used every moment to serve her

and spoke to every person about her with praise.

She was delicate in her demeanor.

Her eyes invited me to forget.

Her presence silenced my mind.

I held onto every moment with her

like the sands of time slipping through my fingers.

Everything in her was good,

and everything good You gave to me.

So why, O God, do I cling to a single grain of sand

when You offer me the whole ocean?