God by Kahlil Gibran

In the ancient days, when the first quiver
of speech came to my lips, I ascended the
holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying,
"Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden
will is my law and I shall obey thee
forever more."
But God made no answer, and like a
mighty tempest passed away.
And after a thousand years I ascended
the holy mountain and again I spoke unto
God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation.
Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to
thee I owe mine all."
And God made no answer, but like a
thousand swift wings passed away.
And after a thousand years I climbed
the holy mountain and spoke unto God
again, saying, "Father, I am thy son. In
pity and love thou hast given me birth,
and through love and worship I shall
inherit thy kingdom."
And God made no answer, and like the
mist that veils the distant hills he passed
away.
And after a thousand years I climbed
the sacred mountain and again spoke unto
God, saying, "My God, my aim and my
fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou
art my tomorrow. I am thy root in the
earth and thou art my flower in the sky,
and together we grow before the face of
the sun."
Then God leaned over me, and in my
ears whispered words of sweetness, and
even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that
runneth down to her, he enfolded me.
And when I descended into the valleys
and the plains God was there also.