Awed by God

oh Maker-of-Night-Sky--
--You breathe---

I come to life!

You speak---

The world becomes!

& I?

I am small-full.
.awe-full.

I want to gather up all of the ocean in my arms-- clutch it to my breast--
if only because Your voice is upon the waters.

I want to interlace my fingers with the hand of the next person I meet--
if only because they are created in Your image.

I want to lie in the sand, feeling it mold into the shape of my body--
if only because you have known and numbered small, small me.

Me!


Oh Maker-Of-Night-Sky...how is it that you have known my name before time?

Known that my parents would discuss and disagree before finally naming me Jessica?


Oh Maker-Of-Night-Sky...how vast your mind must be! To number the stars, the sand--

and still consider the hairs on my head and the tears from my eyes worth counting too!

[Do you simply like counting?]

And more amazing still--you know my inmost being.

My mind turning and reeling right now, trying to right You something to explain how I feel--
And You are aware of these thoughts--You know what I will write

[and you know how to write it better]

The Psalmist was right--it is too amazing!

Too beautiful!