Reality

Overwhelmed.
Are words sufficient to capture, to encase, describe, grasp?
This steady drumming of goodness- the weight of my awe.
Can man tell, in faltering, inadequate lines,
And paint even the vaguest shadow of the Almighty’s love?
What is reality then, my God?
For I tremble at whispers,
Quake at glimmers,
Am wrecked by subtleties,
And undone by dreams.
What then, my Lord, will it be to see you face to face?
The earth, the whole earth, is filled with the glory of God-
And I drink of the only good which was meant to be worshipped, adored.
I drink of life,
And love
And the Spirit testifies that I belong,
For the love of the Lord is very great.