Transcendent

(Going beyond ordinary limits; superior; supreme)

I have a line to write;
The more I think about it
The more it consumes my mind.

It's nothing wild,
Yet too comprehensive to grasp.
It's nothing hard,
Yet feels too much to start.

Come to think of it,
My mind is not blank,
If I ever began
There'll be no end.

I took my pen anyway,
Maybe if I'd started,
It will flow like a stream.

But rather, my pen ceased,
And my mind froze,
At the thought of it.

Truth is, my words are not worthy,
My lines are not satisfyingly
Enough to describe the majesty
Of your Eternal Glory.

Who am I
But a pen
In the Author's
Hand?
∞ ∞ ∞