you are very gentle,
but very great.
and for that,
I thank-you.


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,
barely budding,
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,
fiercely jealous,
desiring to make them like him;
but they are busy buying groceries.

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