Afterthoughts

"...thinking God's thoughts after Him..."

With words of honey
gold, You speak the light.
The heart of the galaxy
blazes bright. Molten gold
cools and hardens
in cracks between the worlds.

Your Light within us
burns. We speak— trace
the upward beam, the glowing
sparks adrift; we try to catch
them like fireflies,
to find words clear as glass
to hold them.

You sigh, and Your warm breath
quickens dust and stone
to blush and rose. Breezes
rustle through the meadows
where Your careful fingers
weave rugs of bluebells.

Your Breath within us
stirs. We love; our souls
lift at Your warm whisper.
We come alive, linger;
our hands weave and paint
the fields of gold and green.

You sing, and Your wild
melody echoes—rings
in the planets’ harmony;
beating rain and thunder
join in symphony.
Blackbirds chorus the theme
when all grows still.

Your song within us
hums. We sing—echo
the tune of wind and brook.
That river resounds in choir
of mothers’ whispered lullabies,
and in mighty anthem
churches singing praise.

In every wonder
of the world, Your thoughts
the golden thread we trace—-
O Word, which all our words
cannot contain.