Beyond words

When we've finished

debating and deliberating

moderating and pontificating

God remains

When we've crossed every last T

and dotted every last i

God hangs on in there

And when we stop for a moment

and  acknowledge that

we cannot control the world

God stuns us

with the beauty of creation

peeping out from behind clouds

romping over sand dunes

rippling on the water

and suddenly

perspective

shakes down

and slots into place

and we are besotted again

with the God of mystery

whose majesty

is all around

even when we're not looking

and whose wonder

saves us from ourselves

and all our plans

and lifts us up 

to higher things.

Liz Crumlish June 2011