Reflection on Psalm 113 from Soil of the Divine.
Who can fathom the Lord’s transcendence?
Could billions of galaxies
or even the whole universe
even begin to contain Him?
Could the combined wisdom of time
even begin to categorize Him?
It is impossible
to even begin
to grasp the Infinite.
Yet He looks down,
far down.
Transcendence transcending
infinite space to attend
to the finite and fragile
by becoming the most fragile
tiny babe born
to teen mother
in a stable of wood.
The intermingling
of transcendence
and immanence
is unfathomable.
Yet in that vulnerable infant–
seven pounds
and fully dependent–
God condensed infinity.
Jason Kanz 