Friday, September 8, 2017

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.

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