You

Do you understand me, infallible You?
And can you comprehend the barred blue,
The walls around and nothing left to do
But do the thing you know you ought to do?

And can I know you, love immeasurable You?
And dare to fly the way that Falcon flew?
This heavy body hangs limp and askew
No way of knowing anything is true.

What if I saw beyond, what would I do?
Would knowing make for doing, working through
The dying, crying body barred in blue
To change into an otherworldly hue?

I cannot do a thing except through You
My questions are an answering of You
I lived and died, loving and loved by You
There's nothing left to say - it's You, it's You