poem by km

 

He caught it on film. 

The cycle 

in motion, 

from flower 

to fruit. 

Stand still 

and 

gaze at it. 

The Multiplier of cells 

brings this pregnancy 

to full term. 

Behold, His hand at work. 

This One, engaged. 

His system of circulation 

and 

respiration 

is regulated 

by what He has coded. 

The flower withers 

and soon, 

soon 

the flesh of an apricot 

will be ready 

to pluck 

and eat 

and savor. 

                                                              

The biologist 

knows more than I,  

what mechanics are in play 

for this stage to happen. 

This slide, 

this moment, this meditation, 

this exultation, 

this shout out to HIM, 

this hurrah, 

this trumpet blast, 

this pronouncement to this One, 

THIS one, HE, 

he makes, 

he makes a way forward 

in my day. 

His interest in me, 

his engagement 

with those I walk by,

 his conversation 

with his flock, 

his sheep know his voice, 

he calls them out by name, 

he names me, 

I am HIS, I belong to Lovely Majestic 

Gracious Transcendent 

Jesus 

Father 

Spirit 

Engineer and Manager.
        I place my song in YOUR hands, 

O King, O Friend, 

O Savior, 

O Lover, 

O Shepherd.

Thank you Marx for this ticket in, 

to your thoughts, 

your whispers of glory, 

your fascination, 

your worship, 

your call 

--

to stand still 

--

and 

remember.