Plea

I give you my essence
Knowing I am not yet worthy to stand before you

I give you my humanity
Knowing its scourge is far greater among perched sinew

And I give you my eyes
Praying your kiss will bring me closer to nether realm's bliss

Cyvora, mistress of my light, keeper of my darkness
Forgive my insolence, for I am a child in heart's wish

Cyvora, shadow of my sight, symphony of my night
Rebuke my false wish, so that I may one day play God's wish

Cyvora, I pray for your hand
To lightly tap me as a mother taps her child

I pray for your mercy
As I sing your praises,
Dismounting pestilence and piles

Affirm me to a new truth
I offer all of my fruits
To be finalized into a fraction of your mind

And to be gratified as risen silver
Midst transfiguration within
God's river