God sings into the dark void
painting quasars in distant galaxies
far from any eye but His.
Light lost in an infinite silence
Here on sodden earth
trampled under foot
is art more pinked with lilac
than any impressionist's dream.
So much wasted beauty
speaks to a deeper soul
that fathoms it all, yet
can still hear the prayer
in a baby's cry.
No comments:
Post a Comment