How to explain the unexplainable?
The One who Was and Is and Is To Come?
How do I explain I Am,
the One who has scattered stars
and molded lives,
Who writes each story with infinite grace,
In all its pulpy rebellious mess?
How do I explain the One who destroys decrepit homes
and rebuilds them into castles,
who sees promise in barren wasteland
and makes of it a prosperous garden?
How do I explain the bark of a tree,
rough and protective,
or the roots,
those invisible providers?
What does it mean, I Am?
the Searcher, the Fortress.
I have known words and I have known songs,
but I could shift letters into their dappled patterns
and never capture Him.