*Image created with Microsoft Designer AI, August 2024

Love, the breath that swirls
through the cosmos, shaping stars,
and yet, it bends low, whispering
our names in the dark of night.

This love—unfathomable,
too grand for our minds to hold,
yet as intimate as a heartbeat,
pulsing within us, unseen.

The Creator of all,
who paints the sky with light
and spins the planets in perfect dance,
has carved our names in His heart.

Is it not awe, that He who made all things
sees us—small, flawed,
yet known, cherished, pursued?
Love that crafts galaxies
has time for us, to draw near,
to hold us in the stillness
of our wondering.

What is man, that You are mindful of him?
We ask, not knowing
that the answer is in the love
that fashioned us from dust,
and calls us by name,
with a tenderness
that can move mountains.

Love is always personal,
a truth that humbles,
a grace that lifts us—
for we are known,
we are loved,
by the One who made the stars.