Ordinary eye of mine prying into deepening sky
Alas, you cannot see an end to the sprawling ether,
Like you cannot see an end to the Lord’s mercy
Lo, His mercy is beyond human meter
And peer as you do closely at the sprawling galaxies manifest
How you overlook the evident – as these lines attest!
Immanent in the multitudes is He.
Marking the helices of my blood, in the waves that drum my ears-
Minutely pounding within so that the cochlear seashell hears!
As they wind their paths into my thought and memory chips
Coiled waves spiral into the whorls of my fingertips
Ultimate in the heard and unheard, in the seen and unseen
Lord of what is, what will be, and what once has been
All woven from a common concentricity:
The original singularity, a stringy density.
Evidence of the Creator of all things.
Blessed by the remembrance of You when I have
Lost and forgotten the memory of cooling refuge,
Undone in the blistering heat of my own just desert
Evaporated and thirsting for the tender deluge-
Parched and dry, how the Book brings me to taste the tranquility of weeping!
Resplendent stratosphere. atmosphere, the ionosphere of a single tear
Is layered and layered with the springs of prayers
Nourishing the desolate heart so that new life will appear
Truly, for I am ever in need of Your mercy.
In the weighty pregnant stillness is He, in the subtlest quickening
Magnified in the ripening, the budding, the rising, in the leavenings
Maneuvering mornings to become afternoons which mature into evenings
Adorning the moon in its waxing and its waning,
Conjuring the clouds to unleash the longed for raining
Unto the seed of being, in the nucleus of burgeoning awareness
Lying within leafy growths and barren desert bareness
All that is created and raised and given shade
Tempering all that will wither away and eventually degrade-
Evidence of the Creator in all things.
Dare I forget that I am to meet You?
Ever Present are You and ever Aware
Surely I am already standing before You
Inside that moment of Reckoning, where
Glorious God will I encounter, in an Hour sublime
Nudged apart we are, only by mere, created Time.
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