you are very gentle,
but very great.
and for that,
the beauty of your brilliance is color my eyes cannot perceive, sounds my ears cannot understand, and thoughts too wonderful for my mind to comprehend.
i tried to comprehend this beauty,
but found that instead,
it comprehended me.
i only needed a sip of your wine,
but you led me to your vineyard.
and i was a flower,
thirsty in a barren field,
waiting for the rain.
but you were not like the rains of spring,
gentle and sweet.
you were a storm,
and i broke beneath the weight of your water.
the Spirit of Jesus hovers over the restless waters of man,
desiring to make them like him;
but they are busy buying groceries.