FINDING YOU
I cannot
find the depths of You.
Though childlike,
still, I try.
I think I’ve
seen the best of You
And then new
heights arise
You’re ocean-deep
and heaven-wide
You’re
mountain-strong and steep.
You’re
undertow and avalanche
And nights
of deepest sleep.
You’re clear-reflecting
water-glass
You’re
headlong-rushing stream
You’re tiny mosses,
holding fast
To cliffs
unscaled, unseen
You’re
unrelenting desert heat
You’re tender
sun in spring.
You’re
garden roots and fresh green shoots
You’re songbirds.
migrating.
You’re yesterday
with all its joys
Tomorrow, still
unknown
You’re fields
of grass all tossed in waves
Of worship,
mute, windblown.
You are these
things; You’re in them. Yet
You’re more.
You’re not contained
By mass and light
and sound and sight.
You’re Glory,
unrestrained.
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