a reprise [about] a year later

You created nothing
That gives me more pleasure than You
You won't give me something
That gives me more pleasure than You

Who is like the Lord our God
Who dwelleth on high?

*****

The same thoughts a year ago, brought to mind
Lessons to a wayward student, thought already learnt
The Teacher presses on, "You can do this"
The perennial struggle between what we want, what we need
Begs this pupil's attention, facing ancient demons.