Open my eyes that I may behold wondrous things out of your law. . . . Forever, O Lord, your word is settled in the heavens. — Psalm 119:18, 89

An iceberg’s tip — I touched and felt
the solid mass beneath,
but could not comprehend
its length or depth or breadth.

A star at night came out to look —
then sun, when morning came —
and yet the answer hid within
and did not have a name.

The Word of God — I read and thought
I knew the Master’s plan.
But as I pondered, every word
grew larger by a span,
with further doors that opened out
to deeper rooms yet unexplored
by any mortal man.