God’s light and goodness break forth in unexpected ways at
unexpected times. There is no containing it, no turning the Creator into an
object to be manipulated or controlled.
Open your eyes to splashes of joy:
the morning song and flight of speckled birds;
the fallen leaves, fragile yet still marked
blown by the wind, invisible
but not immaterial;
the earth, rich in browns, red and black
teeming with tiny creatures
too numerous to census
and the stars and strings
beyond and beneath eyeshot
vibrating with music
to make this cloth we call space
and this home we call time
all for You
all for You
and I am Yours
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