Forsaking galaxies as your footstool
Shunning thunder and fearsome quake
Divinity chose a frail corpus
Of blood, bone, and beating heart
Mundane material for eternal purpose.
We find encouragement
In your example.
That frail flesh was made to house
The presence of God in the world.
Power revealed in the indistinct.
Bringing us your commentary
On the good and beautiful.
We sense the surface
While you perceive the heart.
Common artifacts once gaunt and drab
Shine like the sun in your hands.
Now brimful with a brilliance
Beyond their simple dimensions.
You infuse ordinary things with a beauty
They never could have imagined
On their own.