God can show many things, including those other than himself. :)
But I do it in glee.
Large is the jump that I sail over, with six legs
But with every stride, I feel you
A step is not so small as some think
You have put melody into it.
You have added a color to my palate
a note to my song
a breath to my lungs
and a hand of support.
Large is the picture that I stare into
but you have extended the canvas
and put another brush in my hand.
Large are the books whose pages are filled
but you have added a shelf,
and shown me the pages of script unfamiliar.
Every day, Sun shines on facets
but yours blinds me
and opens my eyes at the same time
I scale the rock face, my rope frays
you hand me one that is shared between us all
Far be it for me to take an unshared Rope,
for you have made sure it is not.
Many may show me a hold that is laced with instability
your gestures point to those steady.
Large is the small distance
yet I hope for the small to disappear
and the vista to appear before us.
Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2009-03-06 at 23:39
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Large Is The Small Distance
Large is the field you have made me to run acrossBut I do it in glee.
Large is the jump that I sail over, with six legs
But with every stride, I feel you
A step is not so small as some think
You have put melody into it.
You have added a color to my palate
a note to my song
a breath to my lungs
and a hand of support.
Large is the picture that I stare into
but you have extended the canvas
and put another brush in my hand.
Large are the books whose pages are filled
but you have added a shelf,
and shown me the pages of script unfamiliar.
Every day, Sun shines on facets
but yours blinds me
and opens my eyes at the same time
I scale the rock face, my rope frays
you hand me one that is shared between us all
Far be it for me to take an unshared Rope,
for you have made sure it is not.
Many may show me a hold that is laced with instability
your gestures point to those steady.
Large is the small distance
yet I hope for the small to disappear
and the vista to appear before us.
Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2009-03-06 at 23:39
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