Psalm / by Brian Kunde

Psalm
by Brian Kunde

The wind is ghost to the wave,
And the breath the echo of the torrent.
In our candle-flame lives
We apprehend the conflagration,
Grasping toward the omnipotent
From our own insignificance.
The small reflects the vast,
And the finite the infinite;
The whisper, the shout.
By ourselves we measure the beyond,
And find that we may not fathom it.

Can the flute know the orchestra;
The cat comprehend the lion?
We praise that which needs no praise;
Glorify that which needs no glory:
Of our own need we sing the song,
Our own imperfect glimmer
Of the symphony of the spheres.
What are we that it might see us?
We, the eddy in the hurricane?
Yet by our praise we find our place,
And in that magnificence are magnified.

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Psalm

from Forth into Silence : Poems, 1st ed., Mar. 2017.

1st web edition posted 3/23/2017.