Plucked String

Like a plucked string,

That shudders and vibrates and hums,

The Universe Sings!

The Sun Shouts in its fury to be heard.

But it cannot be heard and silently yields warmth

Into God’s perfection.

It cannot be heard amongst the overwhelming rejoicing

Of every atom in creation.



I stand,

Ears ringing,

Eyes wet,

Arms open,

Silently shouting with the Universe,

Praising God with his own Glory.

I give all, and yet I am not weakened,

Instead I am the better for it.

I shudder and vibrate and hum



I stand,

Ears ringing,

Eyes wet,

Arms raised,

Heart full with pounding Joy.

I am swallowed by the enormity of God.

Knowing, somehow that he loves me.