POETRY

How to get beyond that one last pretense

     that stands between God and man?

How to permeate that barrier, that slight and vaporous veil

     that shimmers in and out of existence before eyes and

          heart and mind?

My hand extends,

     the elastic boundary bends,

          and slipping through, I dissolve the figment of

               imagination

     I once thought was you.

Nothing here but Presence;

No thought, no word can convey the silent exultation

     recognition brings.

The entire sum of all that is rests in the void of rapture.

 

The universe, it sings!

 

I see you with my human eyes, made Divine by invitation,

     and touching is atomic luxury, causing ripples multiple

          and vast across an orgasmic sea,

     wherein by inclusion all that once was blind is finally

          set free.

The story still unfolds in fascination.

I allow the mask to stay in place.

It's not anyone but God's decision as to the

          where and when and how

     She may delicately or boldly deign to reveal Her face.

Humbly I await backstage.

She slips the puppet strings onto my hands and

     trusts me to listen for the sign.

The script is laid open to me,

     as well to all who pause long enough to see

          their position in the immaculate design.

Then, nudged forward, the spotlight hits me bright.

I am thoroughly enveloped;

     the only thing I know is brilliant light.

 

I bathe in its beauteous glow.

My Joy extends beyond my reflective skin.

I stand before you now just as I AM ~

The living, breathing essence of what is poetry in motion,

          a life lived fully every day, exemplifying

               the elementary notion

that God's eyes are meant to open now and

     acknowledge what is true.

The sacred lives and comes alive

     in all creatures tame and wild,

     and every woman, man, and child.

The Power now is delivered unto You.