How divine and untouched
the purity of God.
How like not another.
How mysterious and unable to be measured.
Do I compare You to
the drink of wine,
the taste of grape,
the power of nard,
the depth of an earthquake?
Even a star burning bright still it does fade.
He is Creator, unmade.
As the earth groans and meditates
it collapses and shakes.
As a human, I do not understand fully
that the Miracle of heaven owns Holy.
His purity that I fear to face
I will, on glorious day, attain by grace.
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