All This Much

The sin of me is so small

And the brilliance

and beauty of Your

universe, so wide,

so far.

I am infinitesimal,

lone and lost

in all my ways

Without the strength

Of the same hand

That painted

the macro-skies

And shaded

Them as dark

As my shadowy

heart.

It's Your light

That brightens

the very core of me

And it will always

Be the pervasive

ask–

Why do You love me

and could you possibly

all this much?

This Untamed Soul

Broken bits

and far sharper

Than I ever meant to be,

But smoother too–

honey on flint.

Run your finger

Flat against this

untamed soul,

Like a lion

roaring,

Prowling,

Or the Shepherd

circling,

the metronome

Clicking to this beat

called life.