Like the angelic scrolls of heaven,
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expands and unfolds like
I am wonderfully
in awe of it.
Never before could I imagine
this moment where
you call me
by my name
and look into my eyes with
compassion and love.
they are truly brown in color,
they take on the fiery
of your own eyes as I gaze into them
--reflecting back their overwhelming
nothing about me is not itself
by the heat and incandescence
of your supernatural
which empowers and energizes the machinery
of space-time and of reality around us
the uncanny heart
of our individual and collective spirit-
bodies. You are space, time, energy,
thought, and matter all
gloriously stitched together
into one Being
that is wonderfully divine, yet earthy;
magnificent, yet humble; and
omni-potent, yet mild.
You have triumphed
over death and hell by
the keys of life and death like an angry
and determined Messiah: so, sin is
defeated; man is restored;
and the Kingdom
up like a clearing in the dome of space--
I reflect on my unbelief
and lack of faith: and I ask myself,
Why...why dear Lord, have I doubted you?
"Good verse, like art, is difficult."
--ngoc m. nguyen, aka "poembender"