There is no word

After Isaiah 6

There is no word

to describe his holiness

there is no word

sufficient to explain

the perfection of his holiness.

Instead of words we hide

his holiness within the wings

of seraphs, within the disguise

of smoke; from within the smoke

comes the live coal to burn

my lips and make me fit,

to hide my face in his presence,

to make me fit for use.

Without the coal, my seams

fray and separate as I atomize

into nothingness.

Photograph by Michael Drummond via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.