It is written

It's written in every leaf,
on the clouds
in the sky.
it's written on a pale moon
a burning sun
a starry night.
the impossibility
that was made possible,
from the minute
and microscopic
to the infinite
and glorious.
sometimes
we must remind ourselves
to lift our eyes
from the temporal and the human
to reflect on the eternal
that is all around us.
these words of mine,
they are faulted,
insufficient,
they will fail...
I must look again
at the words of creation
as they speak transcendence
to my heart and soul and mind.