These are the words of the Lord: the heavens are My throne and the earth My footstool.
What metaphor, image or simile
Grasps the vastness of His veracity?
Whether below Europa’s massive ice,
Sublime charm of an alpine edelweiss,
White-capped waves cresting on wintery seas,
The Unmoved Mover hides in secrecy,
Beyond deduction and infinity.
When wonder bursts, as shock and dread attack
And beams of hope dusk into shades of black,
All who are weary and worn, come to Me.*