Standing
in presence
there
is heaviness, abounding;
I turn,
slightly, toward
the
neon light but turn back,
the
reality of what’s before
me
overwhelming. To see
the
face is fatal, even to see
the
back is searing, bleaching
my
face, my hair, my soul
as
I hide in this cleft. Even
my
breath is scorched.
Photograph by Junior Libby via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
3 comments:
Its frightening and still beautiful. No wonder they were always told, "be not afraid"
As I read this, I could feel the awe of being in His Holy Presence. Couldn't help but think of the burning bush . . .
Hope you have a most blessed Easter, Glynn!
one would think
there is nothing in the air
after all
what can we see
we certainly can't see Ne
and even more within
this neon
which was too bright
for reading at night
but was the perfect thing
of course
for advertising
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