(this is a Psalm that I wrote, bedazzled by the wild wonder of the Grand Canyon when Davids Adams and Baldock shared a visit with me there in 1993...)
You are a mighty spectacular God
Who touches me with your love.
I have been on the south rim of the Grand Canyon
And watched the sun go down to the west
I gazed down into the great crevasse
And stood with mouth wide open
Marvelling at this post creation doodle of the Creator
With the knife of the Colorado River
I have then turned and gazed on the masterpiece
Of orange, yellow, pink and mauve on a blue canvas
Wondering at this daily landscape painting
Using the pastels of the afterglow
Of the sun saying goodnight.
In the morning, I have stood again
No less surprised
No less in awe
As the fluorescent orange ball rises in the east
To shed beams of bright illumination
Across the earth
The gift of another day.
Just when I think you are mighty and spectacular
You leave those words in tatters
You take my soul into new plains of the mystical
You caress my soul with a new flash of insight
Insight that is real
And then is gone
Never to be communicated
Because words reduce it
Words kill it.
You are my God
I sing your praises
I celebrate the wonder of your art
I meditate on the vastness of your being
Never hemmed in by the finite mind
Bigger than canyons, than rivers, than skies
Give me your love
Give me your power
Give me your grace
So that I can be the ink of your poetry
To write of love, security, significance, the miraculous and hope
Into a world that so badly needs them
God wrote them in my soul
For I badly need them.
You are my God
I praise you.