11-4 Holy Is He

Holy is He *

How can human minds begin
To know this attribute?
How can mortal voice come close
When speech is choked and mute?

How can one read and narrate
His might and splendor?
Allusion? Hyperbole?
Simile? Metaphor?

The ocean shore? The blizzard blast?
Lightning flash? Mountain peak?
The natural world evokes awe—
Any poet can speak.

But what of the Holy One?
Transcendently opposite;
Pure, perfect, and pristine.
Immortal. Infinite.

So, this mortal stops and sighs.
This poem too must cease.

I shut my eyes. Take a breath—
My silence seeks His peace.

*Psalm 99