Stormlight and Prayer

An afternoon of thunder and stormlight.
An hour of prayer.
Dear God, I wish--
no, no, too selfish. Start again:
Please God, if you can--
of course God can.
(A burst of hail against the window.)
God, if it's Your will--
Your will. Your will is all,
Your will is my breath, my blood.
Do with me as You will.

All things are possible in God's will
why should I wish for anything?