Ecstasy
I see the work of your hand,
the incomprehensible beauty,
keeping everything in its place.
I hear your illustrious voice
in the midst of the roaring seas,
emitting an unrecognizable peace.
I feel your presence empowering me,
an ever-present pursuit of my heart,
perpetually overflowing me with your grace.
How deep is the flow of this sweet, sweet, love?
This poem is about:
Me