3/17/09

Sometimes it seems that
We are like children with sticks
trying to explain
the biochemistry of the universe, or
the way a sunrise feels
after long darkness, or
love.

It’s not worthless,
But it's small.
We are fools that forget.

Uzzah shared his living room
With the Ark and the awful glory
Of Him whom strong angels are undone before.
(Imagine! In your living room!)
Until,
thinking he knew Holy well enough,
Stepped out to grab it, and died
there on the road to Jerusalem
Did he even know what hit him?
Did he have any idea anymore?


God, do we know you much at all?
Do I know you much at all?
Please let us know you as we should..

Let us be more like the artist, who,
while finishing his sketch,
Trembles
At the magnificence,
And for the longing
To represent the truth