All concepts of God are like a jar
because only the infinite can
contain our perfect
(St. Teresa of Avila)
God, you are the shards
of what I thought I knew
in the breath before I encountered you.
You are the echoes of knowing
almost before the thread of consciousness
ties them together.
I participate in your glory
only by soaking in its drops,
like unintentional dew
in the unintentional morning
that is lifted and settled in your hand.
You, close and clinging,
are the intangible strands of web
that weaves together this life-poem
of which I am a part–
like melodies written down then forgotten
but held in the folds of memory,
we are your creation,
your collection of creatures–
and the greatest testament of our greatness
is in the privilege we have each moment
to turn our eyes, unblinking and full, toward you.
The greatest testament of your greatness,
your undefinable undeniability,
is that you were there already,
looking upon us.