Soul Crowd

How deep's my soul, that it can hold God too,
sometimes I think my soul cannot hold me,
it's not just time and past my soul can do,
nor that I sail beyond the stars and sea.
What's there and here that space and time can't hold?
What's then and now that only souls can share?
Some heights and depths originally ensouled
my heart explores without a then or there.
God's whispering breeze can silently steal in,
to plant the infinite seedlings of His love,
and sweep away the cedars of my sin,
to bring to real all I am dreaming of.
Go easy, God, with all You have allowed,
for You and I and my soul make a crowd.

                            -- by Pete Voelz      3/09