Almost Nothing About You

To my Creator,

As a spark from Your Infinite Light,

I feel like …

A child You nurture,

A student You teach,

A love You caress,

A servant on demand,

A fetus in Your womb,

A garment You wear,

A guest You welcome,

A friend You comfort.

These roles are but tiny parables.

They seamlessly merge into one.

Yet enlarged, they say much of me,

 And almost nothing about You.