This twilight
inconceivably awing.
My soul stretches
Yet still cannot accept it.
Beauty spread out on this canvas
before us, behind us,
around us, above us,
flowing ever beneath us.
Liquid elegance.
An enchantment so strong
that your name is inescapable.
Your glory is graven on our eyes.
Yet somehow, it is so simple...
We stand and try
to accommodate these marvels,
and our hearts tremble.
Suddenly, we understand the Israelites -
Awe-inspired fear of God
and their refusal to meet him
face to face.
Oh how small we are, Father.
How small,
and yet how loved.
I wonder why it is so easy to find words to express the lows, but so difficult to express the highs. My words are enough to cover the bad bits, but they are never sufficient, never beautiful enough for the good. It's a bit of a shame really, I want to remember the best bits far more than I want to remember the bad.
I can almost remember this day. Almost. But it was too much, and I can only remember what I could accommodate.
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