Glacier National Park
I am a Bridegroom Creator showing off
for My pure and priceless Bride with a
red cardinal, deep blue crystal lake,
purple mountain, dancing deer, buffalo
upon the plane, sweet honeycomb, and
silver morning mist. Measure and calculate
the mighty kingdoms of this life as they quiver
and swell with joy before Me, as they quake
and breathe with beauty through the cycles
of earth’s seasons settled in order.
My faithfulness is carved into their laws
until this world swings out of orbit and
the shimmering stars burst in the midnight sky.
Determine the depths and heights of these; know
their minerals and molecules; test their chemicals
and distances. Measure their impact on the
surface and below the equator’s core. Write their
formulas and log them into your journals.
Teach your children their wonder. But see Me mostly
by the roughness of my scars. Run your fingers over
the wounds. Press your hand into the ridges on My
side. Measure Me by these. You who has believed
and not seen. When you’ve drunk the last drop of the
ocean’s frothy green swell and filled your downy bed with
salty stem and prickly stalk, frosty flake, and mossy
fern, when you have collected the last shell of pearl and stuffed
your bags with spores and lichen and the silver
sparkle of glistening gold… then
find your name emblazoned upon My palms with
unquenchable love flames as fierce as death.
I am a Bridegroom showing
off for my Bride with magnificent, dazzling creation.
But measure Me by the scars.
©Bonnie Saul Wilks
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