Extravagant love. (Reflections).

Extravagant love

   I trace your love, oh my God--
   from the first day, when you painted
   the globe in splashes of green and blue and gold,
   fired up the furnace of the sun,
   rolled planets into place and etched
   the delicate web of cells and atoms,
   dreamt up the species and threaded
   the filigree of their DNA
   down through the ages....

   I see your love, oh my God--
   for all creation, everything you made;
   your eye for landscape, ear for melody,
   passion for beetles, bugs and moulds,
   delight in taste and texture, shape, design,
   extravagance in the detail of a snowflake,
   economy in the contours of the hills,
   compassion for the fate
   of sparrow and of star.

   I know your love, oh my God--
   for me, your maddening, wilful child.
   Since birth, you've poured your blessings on me,
   my cup, my pots and pans, all overflow
   with the excesses of your wanton grace;
   my flaws and talents, quirks and strengths,
   are dear to you, who died for me,
   who knew, when time began,
   what I was worth.

   I take your love, oh my God--
   to green my life, and light my path.
   What do I give you in return?
   Only the tapestry of my life,
   my tangled freedoms and my gifts,
   all that I am, and have, and will,
   pitching my hopes, my fears, my trust
   on you, as you risked
   everything for me.