The Love of God
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure –
The saint’s and angels’ song.
– Attributed to Meir Ben Isaac Negoral, c. 1050This is one of my favorite verses of poetry. It so vividly exalts God. I love the way the author (and translator) used language to create a clear picture of the immensity and greatness of just one of God’s attributes.