This God

This God, who watches worlds:
Sees my heart.

This careful calculator, counting millions:
Counts me in.

This artist, whose canvas
Outstretches eternity at both ends:
Whose palette outshines planets:
Paints my portrait.

This lover, who dreams in universes:
Dreams of me.

This creator, whose breadth of vision spans time
And spawns a cosmos;
Whose woven tapestry of purpose,
More compound than chaos,
Eclipsing complexity,
Rolls out like a highway through history;
Whose heartbeat deafens supernovas:
This craftsman hears my whispered cry.
This father…kisses me.

This playwright,
Playing with the deaths
And entrances of start;
Scripting the end from the beginning;
Knowing the purposes of the play,
Watches my feeble audition:
And writes me in.

Gerard Kelly