Dear God, I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and my self is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon.
The crescent is very beautiful, and perhaps that is all one like I am should or could see, but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that I block the whole moon and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing.
I do not know you, God, because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside.
Flannery O’Connor