Smaller than the pebbles drowned sea moist

An agnostic, yet I need my God
For many parts of life cannot be voiced
Without the sacred language, I learned of.

More a place  and less a cruel Rod
Willing us to have the rights of choice
An agnostic. yet I need my God

Lesser than both lower and above
Neither is he man, nor girl nor boy
In the sacred language I learned of.

Greater than  the mountain peaks  of love
Smaller than the pebbles drowned sea moist
Me, agnostic, yet I need such God!

Wilder than a stallion newly shod
Quieter than that little, still, small voice
In the sacred language, I learned, read.

As by our own new sciences, we  are hoist
There’s humour in that  secret, still embrace
I, agnostic, wish  to speak with God
And use the sacred language I learned of.