A clockwork arrangement
Silent seem the stars in their vigil,
no ear near enough to hear their roaring.
The sentinel moon shows its face,
a clockwork arrangement of shadow and light –
mute testimony of our estrangement
and God’s abiding faithfulness.
It is He Who has sent Himself
on this terrestrial journey;
He Who chooses the path beneath His feet
as He gathers and guides Himself toward home.
Infinite and solitary by nature and definition,
there’s no room anywhere for anyone else.
No self means no other.
No child but the Father.
O child of God, sometimes
all you can do is hold the pen.
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