Poem August 8, 2011 Issue

Awesome

Hugh Pendexter III

Dear God, You are the only Mind—You know
all things that are, and therefore they exist:
from galaxies expanding in vast dances
to subatomic traceries of force.

You know in one unending changeless flash
all patterns—start, climax, consummation.
To understand perfection of Your thought—
appreciate its beauty—is to love,
and Love preserves, perpetuates its object.

In face of this infinity of goodness,
how shall Your child in adoration pray?

“Lord, let me plunge in the beauty of Mind:
purge out whatever offends.
Let all desire stand refined
as my will with Your law blends.

“Lord, let me bask in Your radiant love,
and reflect Your beauty exact.
Let my will conform to the pattern above,
and Your grace be my only fact.”

—Hugh Pendexter III

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