Mine are the workers, the cities, and fields—
mine is the moonrise, the sunset, the tide.
Eclipses, atoms, tempests, and flame—mine.
The planets, the fossils, bread broken and shared,
the questions, the journey, this stumbling glory,
mine and all for me. And I am all for them.
And I am all for them-
because I have in me
the expanse of the universe
and in the expanse of the universe-
which includes the perfection of a plum-
is the form, and substance, and beauty of God.
Kimberly M. King, rscj