A Spiritual Poem

There is a huge upheaval in my life at the moment, so I haven’t been able to post. I am by no means out of ideas. I just have a thousand things going on at once.

Please enjoy this poem of mine in the meantime. I will try my best to post something substantial next Friday.

God bless with mother earth’s bliss.

My God, the Universe

You are the sky,
You are the stars,
You are the galaxies and the nebulas.
You are the swirls of blue on purple,
The black holes of mysterious ends.
You stretch out to the far reaches of the universe
So Your children might see Your majesty,
But You are also in the trees,
The sea, the fields –
That still small voice in the burning bush.

Yet, philosophers’ wandering eyes
Compelled You to reveal Yourself
So we could understand:
The Great Nebula inside Mary’s womb,
A small atom growing into the New Adam,
Cleansing us all of permanent stains
So our souls are truly free to sense
The galaxies
You are.