LITTLE CANTICLE 22 (One of a series of 150)
In the deep and dark recesses of space, God moves.
In the whirling orderliness of galaxies, God moves.
In the precise and sensitive balances which hold planetary and galactic systems together, God moves.
In the continuously gigantic forces which fashion and refashion stars, God moves.
In conditions of turmoil in the firmament which confound our understanding, God moves.
In the preservation of the cosmic vastness, God moves.
In the gift of light across the universe and to a darkened world, God moves.
Yet amidst these cosmic realities he is mindful of humanity: he gave his Son to suffer our woes and his Spirit to comfort us.
How can we comprehend the substance of one so great? Who could destroy the universe with a word?
Whose great love has not only given all that we can see and hear on earth and in the depths of space, but far, far more.
Is it little wonder angels worship him? Or that saints give everlasting praise?
Yet this is a God who hears us if we call upon him: He will bid us, "Come".
Not into the great turmoil of incomprehension; but into the tiny stillness of expectant silence.
Open our hearts and our minds, O God; to see your hand in the universe and hear your voice in the quietness of contemplation.