A poem for #blogElul 12: Trust

TRUST (ELUL 12)


How to trust
the one who
holds the universe
gluons to galaxies

who can speak
creation's own language,
past present future
all at once?

It's almost laughable
my bounded mind
reaching out to
touch bright infinity.

Can I believe
none of us
is ever insignificant
in those eyes?

I'm pretty sure I borrowed the "from gluons to galaxies" image from Reb Zalman, may his memory be a blessing.

I'm participating again this year in #blogElul, an internet-wide carnival of themed posts aimed at waking the heart and soul before the Days of Awe. (Organized by Ima Bima.) You can read last year's and this year's #blogElul posts via the Elul tag; last year's posts are also available, lightly revised, in the print chapbook Elul Reflections.