This evening was our annual Art and Vespers Service at Waterloo Lutheran Seminary. I was asked to respond, poetically, to Isaiah 40:26. Both the verse and my response follow.
Lift up your eyes on high and see:
Who created these?
He who brings out their host and numbers them,
calling them all by name;
because he is great in strength,
mighty in power,
not one is missing.
Light arrested my eyes last night
Light older than our mother, earth.
And this light sang to me,
Of comets and constellations
Of darkness and dust
Of cherubim and seraphim.
This light was wise, apprised of
The good, the true, the beautiful, yet it knew too
Of my fear of being blindsided by high-minded expectations of
And so it settled me, this light – it sang me
Into rapture as it captured me
With a luminosity
Both soft and penetrating.
The lights in the sky are not mood lights, but
Explosions of joy,
Incensing cosmic altars
Imaging mystery for all
Lifting high, each eye.
The lights in the sky are not
Content to stay, but earthward
Make their way, their rays
Making of me
I weep their beauty, a puddle of poetic potency at my feet.
I am undone by You, You the Light of lights
Of star, of moon, of fire, of me, of us.
Aflame, we light out and so light up
The sky, until we fade into the dark
Where you remember each of us,
as we surrender to the sky that we become.