Awe is the root of faith,
the first ache of wisdom
when the soul releases control
and leans into meaning
too alive to explain.
I fasten my heart to mystery,
plug my spirit into high-voltage joy,
where light and wonder hum together
before words are born.
Let there be light
and hope takes flesh.
Community follows.
Our pain is not an error;
it is how we share
in God’s redeeming love.
Our creativity is God’s longing
still shaping the world.
So I stand
small, open, unguarded
in radical amazement
before the mystery of God.
What cannot be analyzed,
I learn to feel.
What cannot be understood,
I become.
