The fall of worlds and folding into one,
Swift threads of glass make all a fragile loom,
Busybodied to the heights they run,
So meeting every elegance with gloom.

A reason to give praise,
As breath and life and glory of the day,
As heights and dips polish character like jade,
As people in their complex way,
In service and in dancing and in melody beautifully made,
As divine beauty, hope and love,
As salvation and redemption - greater love,
These reasons that I have to praise,
I shall take them up with many at their side.

Baking a friendship,
Risen in Christ,
And sprinkled with questions and vulnerability,
It's far better when you follow the divine recipe:
Love for the other in service,
Striving together for the prize - who is our Lord,
And a respect for the fellow image bearer,
It's so sweet yet it drips with contemplative complexity.