Oh God you must be the nearest thing to music,
Or music is most like You,
For nothing else makes me feel so small;
Overshadows my every mood.
And nothing makes me feel so deep
In wordless, piercing groans.
Nothing makes me feel so lost
In universal tones.
I see how the world shakes
Off-beat like a tambourine,
Refusing hope to your face,
Making a scene.
Still it sings and sings,
Full-throated, heart expanded;
All the sighs of the day
Meet in the air, empty handed.
This cosmic sensation overwhelms my core.
It peels back my flesh and I'm left wanting more.
I want to sing You, You are a song.
I sing and discover my home; I belong.