At morning and at evening I seek You:
I offer You my face and outspread palms.
For You I yearn, to You I turn, Your grace to earn,
Like someone at my door who asks for alms.
The heavens do not have room for You to dwell,
And yet You have a palace in my mind.
For in my heart I hide Your holy name;
Your love spills over, it cannot be confined.
And so I praise God with my poetry,
For as long as holy breath lives within me.