a feast day poem

the world is beautiful because

you are beautiful, Lord,

and you made the world.

i don’t know how i know that

you’re beautiful, but you’re

endless depths

and riches of glory,

unfolding like an incredible story

or like tasting something too complex

to grasp

in one bite.

you’re like being

thousands of feet in the air

yet right next to a blade of grass or

a crocus.

with you it’s just

beauty, somehow.

beauty with us.

God is

with us,

and who are we

to deserve such


I charge you in the presence of God, who gives life to all things, and of Christ Jesus, who in his testimony before Pontius Pilate made the good confession, to keep the commandment unstained and free from reproach until the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ, which he will display at the proper time—he who is the blessed and only Sovereign, the King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone has immortality, who dwells in unapproachable light, whom no one has ever seen or can see. To him be honor and eternal dominion. Amen. [1 Timothy 6:13-16 ESV]

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