From the past,  from Psalm 90

A prayer of Moses the man of God.

Lord, you have been our dwelling place
throughout all generations.

Before the mountains were born
or you brought forth the whole world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

God is at the Edge

Our refuge always–
at the beginning and in the future–
the Light is with us and we are
Warm and Safe always when we take refuge with him.
This earth is majestic,
Miraculously beautiful even as we abuse it.
Mountains and seas, our eyes open wider than
We can imagine.
At the edge of everything,
There is God.
Do we now edge him out,
in awe of technology and gadgets and self-healing cement?
New insects found, do we now take credit?
Insects lost and condemned by our pesticides, do we
also take credit?
New worlds seen through lenses-not-lenses and
barely understood by lay men,
do we now credit these stars and worlds to men?
New knowledge blown wide open,
Do we know too much more, as we edge past our Lord?
New answers found to questions barely heard,
Do we place ourselves on thrones?
New whats-found-wondrous,
Do we lose the whys and forget the whos?
Can the wide-blown new knowledge edge out time-freed faith?
Will we yet let it?
We may yet look past the bright lights,
led’s, and laser tools,
to see Himself revealed,
Jesus still in us.
We open ourselves, miraculous and limited still.
We open ourselves, for the Holy one to enter each.

(c) Tom Bolton, Milwaukee, September 27, 2012.