Words pour forth
as water runs murmuring
over the cliffs and into the sea
though no one can follow their meaning
or know what will be.
Today my mind floats
in the eye of the storm engulfing
my soul. I cry out to the God
I have seen and have known
just a little,
as if a grain of sand
tossed in the waves at ocean's edge
glimpsed a sign of the whole.
And catching that sight
began to speak,
babbling words upon words,
as imprisoned tongue set free
sought in a minute
to give voice to the praise
of a thousand years
of His deeds.
Until, looking into his eyes,
my soul saw
the source of the works whose majesty
unchained this soul's dumb voice,
and bowed in awe,
fell silent in the face
of the one Word
spoken before all the worlds,
before the beginning,
in whose being lies
all praise.
Poem ©1988 by Catherine A. Hampton. All rights reserved. Do not republish or distribute in any form, electronic or hard copy, without the author's permission.
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