Every sunrise and sunset, birth
and death, blossom and snowfall...
How does Your mouth not tire
of speaking the world into being?
Almighty, we can’t imagine
infinity without growing weary.
It's hard to remember
Your mouth is purely metaphor
though Your speech is real.
You speak every atom
in the universe,
a mighty chord resounding.
If You ever chose silence,
even for an instant,
we would blink out of existence
as though this experiment had never been.
R. Rachel Barenblat
I still love the imagery in the original poem, and the way the cascade of items evokes the constancy of God's speaking the world into being. And... I've found that it's too long for me to regularly use as liturgy.
So here's a shortened version that works better for my current davenen-leadership style. Perhaps it will speak to you, too.