Worship through

Ligaments stretch to connect
And my faith that you are still the same, good God
Patterns the day out in front of me.
Ten times I'll recall your closeness,
Your nearness as my own breath,
And twenty times I'll lean
On the strength that called forth continents
And has never been in danger of losing a saint.
I'll forget myself in the heady haze
Of breathed-out "You"
And lose the sound of my fears
In urgent calls for justice, delivered with speed.
And that won't be enough, because it never is,
So the spirit that you've placed within me,
The one you gave re-birth to in the re-beginning,
Will rest from its strivings
And find your treasure trove of "enough"
Like the solid firmament of the stars
That holds while it envelops