To sing your greatness, God
is never tiresome to me
and I will go on singing it forever.
What are your workings like, O God—
and how is it I feel
in my relationship to you?
They're like the pulse of a metropolis—
intense and palpable by day
but noticed by its absence in the silent night.
And like a city's generators, dynamos
which give it all its power
but are hidden from our sight.
And like your secret agent
I roam its maze of streets
but always with the comfort
of your nearness and directions.
From God, the 'Father, ' the 'Head of All'
I have my standing orders that I love and bless—
to everyone I meet as I was given.
Thank you for this mission, God. Amen.
A beautiful poem that i thoroughly enjoyed reading, dear Glen. How wonderful to sing the glory of God! So true, we can never, ever, be tired of the relationship with God. Devotion to God is the sweetest emotion that is unparalleled. In Sanskrit it is called " Bhakti"
What an unexpected and helpful comparison! I would never have thought of the city as the comparison and yet you find essential experiences of the journey of faith in this metaphor. I realize this figurative language, but I; m still impressed with your discoveries in the city, which is often seen as the place of temptation and godlessness. But throughout this poem you affirm its title concept THE GREATNESS OF GOD and that greatness dispels lesser realities. And another sacred thing you cite - HEART LOVE - may raise the city setting to spiritual rather than secular level.
Another good poem, Glen! I like the idea of the generators hidden from our sight. That's an excellent illustration that I plan to keep and use.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Glen, we are here on a mission to love God and love everyone that we meet with the message of universal love and brotherhood, I fully agree and endorse these thoughts. A superb poem........10
hey, geeta! thank you for your full-hearted affirmation of this poem. it's one of my own favorites, and in it i see one of the main impulses in me to write poetry, i.e., to sing. hoping you're well in every way, glen