Tessellations
Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!
Last night,
as we crossed the threshold of dusk,
a thunderhead rose—
thirty thousand feet of sky-clad majesty,
a colossus of cloud and light.
So vast, its motion looked still.
It waited.
A sentinel of vapor,
crowned in flashes of unseen fire,
looming above our journey
like a god unspoken.
The world bent beneath its gaze—
mountains bowed,
cities dimmed,
our destination
cowered in its shadow.
Weight—more than all elephants
ever conceived by earth—
a Kilimanjaro of pachyderms,
silent and unshakeable.
And yet,
this was merely an afterthought—
a side-glance of the Maker,
Jehovah,
whose breath begets fractals,
whose fingers write tessellations
in lightning and chemistry,
in the tongue of physics and fire.
Who are we—
dustlings in chariots of steel—
that He should remember us?
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