Thursday, May 15, 2014

Number: seven

Seven lampstands, golden
seven stars, held by hand
one sword, two edges
seven churches
seven angels of seven churches

my mind asks why seven
my heart asks why not

the man, like the son, dressed
like Aaron, standing among
the lampstands, outshining
their light, warmth, illuminated
eyes of flame
not the appearance of a man
on a cross

a king


Martha Jane Orlando said...

Awesome . . .

Anonymous said...

Praise the Lord, my soul.
Lord my God, you are very great;
you are clothed with splendor and majesty.
The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment;
he stretches out the heavens like a tent
and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds his chariot
and rides on the wings of the wind.

Jody Lee Collins said...

beautiful. Amen.