What else would it measure?

“Your years are one day, yet Your day does not come daily but is always today, because Your today does not give place to any tomorrow nor does it take the place of any yesterday. Your today is eternity.”

-Augustine

Today does not pass away for you; yet your infinite life outreaches all days. Your infinite time contains a thousand days, a million times. Unbound expanses of creation bow their knee to you. You contain the smallest and largest of things; You are forever, my God. Who can imagine the power of your worth? Who can contemplate the glory of the eternity in which you are robed? Yet, even “eternity” is only one word that describes true eternity, You. I am saddened, for there is no larger word than “infinite” to describe you. I know you are much more, my God. You are Infinite of infinite and Age of age. Who can approach your throne in all its glory? Even your sinless throne room servants shake at the piercing light that pours from your being. Help me tremble as they do. Help me sing with them of your otherness. Help me on this day to capture even a glimpse of a word such as “infinite” and shake because in my awe of its endlessness, you are not fully described.

Lord, what can words do to reveal your worth? They are too small and insignificant. Yet, here I am, settling for words because nothing else will do until I see you face to face. Until then, let me stir like this and taste them in my heart. Speak to me with them that I may know you. Speak to me lest I die without them. My God, I know the weight––I do! When I think of you, I feel like a grain of sand trying to find the strength to quench an entire ocean. While I try, I am rushed to and fro by the waves of your glory, yet still here you are, holding me in the power of your undying hands. How can it be that you are everywhere, yet with me––Almighty, yet my comforter––Creator, yet among all you created?

How magnificent is it that we should even have a word such as “infinity?” Infinity, in its truest sense, is impossible without you. Who can say 'eternal' without meaning something about you? There is nothing eternal beside you. Eternity cannot accurately describe anything but you. What else would it measure? What other being has no beginning? What other being was not brought into this world according to the will of another? My Lord, help this grain of sand soak up all that it can, and sink into the depths of your sovereign hand. Help this grain of sand be glad that the drop of joy that it contains is just that: a single drop among an immeasurable ocean of joy. I love and adore you, Lord. Open my eyes to see you each day. Bend my knee again.