Oh God, forever glorified above,
No words remain in any tongue on earth
For anything the years have spoken of
Since words became a way to measure worth.
The years have seen your acts from age to age
As they are born and die and you remain
Beyond the binds of time and written page.
In nothing and in everything contained
Immeasurable, full of reckless light,
Existing far beyond what we can know.
You are so purely more than touch or sight
Reveal. And as the years and eons flow,
They touch you not, and words are not enough:
Oh object and the author of my love.
postscript
Second to last of my crown of sonnets to describe the character of God. Or to attempt to, I should say. So excited that I have one more to write and then post the crown sonnet and be done. This has been a good use of half of NaPoWriMo. I'll have plenty of days afterword for blank verse or whatever I want. Yay!