As far as the sky is stretched
from east to west,
I am held.
As deep as the tree is planted
from mystery to miracle,
I am held.
As long as time is sustained
from birth to death,
I am held.
As high as the wind is called
from whisper to storm,
I am held.
As close as the galaxy is bound
from cell to star,
I am held.
on Isaiah 42:5-6
You’ve given deep expression to both a reality and a constant hope. Caught my breath. Grateful
Thank you, Stephen.