In the Palm of Thy Hand
—after “Polestar of My Life”
Before Thou didst become my polestar,
I was diverted by the one who boasts
Deep fish and salt-crusted waves.
The one who puffs our pride that all rivers
Rush to embrace his power.
O! I stood dumbfounded at how big his waters were—
Without an inkling of Thy infinite vastness,
I could never have guessed
That he is much less than a raindrop
In the palm of Thy hand.
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