You are near, Lord, can my heart rejoice? Your transcendence strikes between my soul and spirit like lightning, your realness a forged looking glass. Empirical effects ground me. Reasons to re-relate aerate hardened soil in my mind. A kingdom without shadows blooms from the clay of my heart.
You are good and make glory believable beyond shrunken assumption. You are closer than a whisper, close enough to feel my heartbeat. I kiss the sun in pulsing flashes without being blinded, then see without straining. I become fully present in your presence and rest from unseen futures.
You answer my discontent beyond primitivity of words yet establish my contentment with breathing prose. I stand amidst truth, purity, and excellence to watch words revealed as creaturely story with infinite plot. Beauty beckons to high ground, and I am struck.
You are near, Lord, even when tectonic rumbles deflect me from your brilliance. Can my heart rejoice? It can. It will. It does.