God is the littlest fellow
With the littlest quiet voice.
He gets into the tineist particle
Of the very smallest article,
Without making any noise.
God is the biggest fellow,
With a voice like the cataract's roar.
He can get outside of creation,
Enclosing every nation,
And have room enough for more.
He's the biggest and the littlest
And every size between.
He's the noise and the silence,
The peace and the violence
Of everything that's been,
Invisible or seen.
~ Tom Robinson
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2 comments:
Oh I love it.
A bit too literal for my taste, but enjoyable nevertheless.
It reminded me of this,
"He is the First and the Last, the Evident and the Immanent: and He has full knowledge of all things."
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