Vast like an ocean,
deep & wide & full of mystery.
Your handspan can measure the width of the sky like my daughter uses her hands to measure how tall she is.
That’s a big hand!
A very big hand!
Water cupped in those hands is immeasurable.
You weigh mountains as though they were mounds of sugar piling up on a baker’s scales.
I cannot get my tiny brain around that!
You call each star by a name yet I can barely count them.
My life is insignificant in the enormity of who you are.
And yet you care if I am tired & weary.
You come to my aid.