When I think of where You placed me
A garden, watered by mist and river
A stretch of sand and sky between salty depths
A small rock spinning around a small star
Swirling through eons of nothingness
In flowing rhythm with a stream of myriad stars
Spread out across a forgotten galactic horizon
Just one, of uncountable legions –
When I think of how You know them all,
Call to each by name –
How glad!
How grateful!
Not to be counted
With those who look up
And can not see Your wonder:
Blessed is the One who enlightens the blind.