Monday, December 26, 2016

That Great Love

Small in the sight of God,
I tell myself—and others—stories
A measure of the things I do;
And I believe them. 

But within creation,
Each stone that lies,
Each bird that flies,
Each thing that’s done
Is far, far greater than I am

If I should lift my head
Just one iota
Above my dark horizon,
Ah, then, the miracles I’d see:

A Glory unsurpassed,
That flows in equal measure
Into Being—
Grace apportioned generously.
No hesitation touches that Great Love.


Lee van Laer is a Senior Editor at Parabola Magazine.

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