The Ledge of Light

God is a thousand acres to me now

The Ledge of Light

by Jessica Powers

I have climbed up out of a narrow darkness

on to a ledge of light.

I am of God; I was not made for night.

Here there is room to lift my arms and sing.

Oh, God is vast! With Him all space can come

to hole or corner or cubiculum.

Though once I prayed, “O closed Hand holding me…”

I know Love, not a vise. I see aright,

set free in morning on this ledge of light.

Yet not all truth I see. Since I am not

yet one of God’s partakers,

I visualize Him now: a thousand acres.

God is a thousand acres to me now

of high sweet-smelling April and the flow

of windy light across a wide plateau.

Ah, but when love grows unitive I know

joy will upsoar, my heart sing, far more free,
having come home to God’s infinity.