The Psalm
Psalm 33:7 (CSB) He gathers the water of the sea into a heap; he puts the depths into storehouses.
The Prayer
God of the Cosmic
The galaxies fall right into the palm of your hand,
the universe are in your grasp
the stars are named by you
Jupiter is but a little toy to you
the sun is pinched between your finger and thumb
We have been here for the length of the creation
and yet we do not know the depths of the oceans
we are powerless to gather up a ocean wave
But you, my Lord,
gathered all the material plane
at your mere fingertips.
And you alone, my Lord,
gathered my stony heart
tossed to the infinite east-west
Grabbed into your chest
ripped your heart out
by sending your Son
to live and die
and place that love
placed into my chest
just to give me life.
Blessed be your wonderful name.