Psalm 68

O wonderful is the Founder of Love, Who made us,
~~and a wonder is the Master of the Mystery of Love.

He forms from love the way the potter places an embrace in clay to render a vessel as proven as a friend,
~~the way the lutenist brings bliss from silence, the way the luthier hears with his hands.

How can it be He makes us like Himself, when gleaners search the Earth for seeds of Eden,
~~and poets stack similes skyward toward an incomparable heaven?

When He makes a shape of loving purpose, it becomes heart-like,
~~and man, mainly water, rain-like, clearer than glass; in sunlight, purer than a church of stained glass.

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