Galactic Pie in the Sky
You make and gave the earth skates to spin
through space. You gave galaxies their winding.
Lord, more than the earth calls to you. For stars
ask you their name, you from whom they receive
their lumen.
There is a galaxy within me.
Spinning and swallowing stars;
Strangling light.
My pride, a black hole. I can not gauge
nor measure its limits, but you can. The
confusion, the murmurs, the high calls
for repentance and confrontation, openness
of this tense, yet gaping, hole in my universe.
It stretches me.
It sucks me in.
It pulls me asunder.
O God, it all can be daunting.
Mold this clay into humble pie.










