With my love I stand
On the brink of immensity
At once diminished to a speck
And raised up with a presence
I can only describe as divine
As immense as the canyon below me
My love takes my hand
Rests her head on my shoulder
Nothing is so grand as love
I watch you
Taking in the wide oxbow landscape
A thousand feet deep
While I photograph the small details
Of tumbled stone and distant valleys
If you could embrace
The vastness of space
Then even a galaxy
Would be a minor detail
In the landscape of infinity
And I?
Not even a speck
To speak my insignificance
Demands more consideration
Than my infinitesimal displacement
Of time and space deserves
And yet
Here are we
The infinitesimal
Contemplating the infinite
Which I suppose
Is big enough
For me
Perhaps
Even…
Divine
Like the way a river
Has carved this earth
For millions of years
And left a canyon here
To pique our wonder
I discover the divine
In moments
Of connection
With all that is
I begin to wonder
If the divine
Is in the moment observed
Or is divinity
Created by the act
Of observing
I come for the storms
To be confronted
By nature
At her extremes
To remind myself
Of things much more
Than my self
In my calm lagoon
Of self import
I am touched
By what others
Might call God
Though I admit
To no more knowledge
Than such is divine
With I
In my little i
Of the storm
That is existence
Seek the clarity
Beneath the murk
Colourless moments
Can be vivid
I remind myself
Create the divine
From the apparent
Mundane
Overwhelmed
As they are
By the inexplicable
So I settle in
Allow the divine
To speak for itself
Formidable
Majestic
A divine grace
Nonetheless
Ultimately
Terrifying
It was dismal grey and a little rainy when I left home, bound for the ferry terminal. A promising start.
There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her
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