a poet's commission

i heard a voice say: "write!"
so i sat down and wrote
and made a small abode
in small and fragile night

the voice said: "I am big!
too big for this small shed!"
so i fell down and bled
a tower low and thick

the voice said: "I am high!
too high for this low score!"
so i crushed down and bore
a mansion in the sky

i heard the voice say: "rest
and sing. don't try to give,
a place for Me to live
but kindly be My guest"