Saturday, April 19, 2014

Standing in presence


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:

David Rupert said...

Its frightening and still beautiful. No wonder they were always told, "be not afraid"

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

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!

nance.mdr said...

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