Glory

A glimpse of You which 

Must be veiled lest

We fall blinded on the road.

 

The light which shone

On Moses’ face was

Caught from being with You.

 

You say be still, yet

It often feels as

Though the darkness remains.

 

What is the secret of

Beholding You, of 

Letting You blaze through me?

 

Time, time, and more,

Forty years if even

A day spent with You.

 

All of my time is

Worth giving away for just

A brief moment in fire and cloud.

 

I long for a touch of

Even Your hem, to

Soak and steep in Your

 

Glory.

 

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Art credit: photo from NASA