my God
how great
Thou art
how great
Thou
art
as squatting
'neath
Thy cosmic dome
a million stars deep
as
wide
I struggle
'gainst
the sins of pride
and
fear
for on this
august night
as flecks of dust
do striking make
a slash
across
Your
firmanent
I am
enriched
enthralled
empauled
just waiting
for mine
endtime
I always find poems in this style difficult to pull off. Or rather, that's how it seems to me. I really like them though, when they're done well. And I'd definitely put this one in that category.
