A poet on lunar eve

Why is there such distance between us?
Or is there not an US
But a You, Thou, Thee
And only a small 'm' - me

A chasm is what I perceive
Across stars and galaxy
Deep, wide, dark
Impossible.

Yet how I long to be with You!

How can I cross to where You are-
And have Your arms - me receive?

The answer is in the question
You say.
And I look again
and remember.

Cross.

O Lord, don't be cross
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
But sorry is not enough.
You say,
Much more is needed, child.

I looked at my poverty
of heart and of spirit,
of will and of strength,
and say,
Lord! Save me!

And You do.
You show me Your cross ,
and I cross
over
to You.

Cross.
I take mine
Seeing that You have taken Yours
And then I follow.

O Lord, let me never
never
go back.
Never
ever
Uncross.