The Intent of Being Aware

All the time, You are there
All the time, You were there
Patiently waiting for the patient to seek the doctor
All the time
Without variation according to circumstance
No matter where I stand
You are there
For what am I but a way to see
And what I see is a reflection, not even purity
Thou hast loved Thyself
Therefore thou hast loved me
For I art Thee
And Thou art thine artist, painting ever so vividly
To picture me, picturing Thee through thine I
I seeing Thee
Your ears hearing Thee as thou speaks
Uttering Thy voice ever so gracefully
For Thou art sufficient
Surpassing even the thought of omniscient
Father