A Closing Song

I admire the universe and the world God created,
And I admire the Son He sent.
I  wish I could be as impetuous and impulsive
As the Son was, and express the roots of my being
As he did.
 
But the universe wouldn’t love me for that.
(I know the universe can’t love)
Yet I can feel the sympathy from the Son,
For trying to live within my human limitations,
And not appearing uncontrolled.
 
I have not fully learned to estimate my limits,
And not to try the boundaries of my soul,
But I repose in the garden of my sanity,
Approving of my cautious steps and moves,
To bring life’s turmoil and peace to a satisfying close.