Gifts

                                               Gifts
 
                      Faster than the redshift of a quasar
                      Racing outward, back and back in time
                      Is your answer to my least expressive prayer,
                      For you know me as I never can,
                      In this brief stay. Yet I have glimpses of eternity.
                  
                      I offer you the gifts with which you blessed me
                      For beauty and humility to share,
                      Set on this page as only I can write them
                      A part of your own spirit,
                      Bringing music into language, let me serve.   
 
                      May all my words be those you spread before me
                      May any brilliance found here glow for all
                      And galaxies spin in the hearts you waken
                      For stars shine in your crown
                      The skies your royal robes, to which I bow.
                    
                      Soli Dei Gloria
                      MP, 8-12-12