How shall the mind keep warm
save at spectral fires—how thrive
but by the light of paradox?
~ Robert Hayden from “Stars" in COLLECTED POEMS
You take the pen -- and the lines dance.
You take the flute -- and the notes shimmer.
You take the brush -- and the colors sing.
So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where You are.
How then, can I hold anything from You?