So much about this feels wrong, Cernunnos,
so much in me no longer seems right.
And yet there You are, keeping Your distance
where others would certainly rush in.
I cannot always be strong, as You know,
I do not always find my heart
as large as I should like it to be
and You are here anyway.
You forgive the weakness in me
seemingly without a thought –
You are so much more than I will ever be.
I am slight, brief, and it does not matter.