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Psalm 40.5

The sun feels warm upon my face – I mean,
upon my eyelids, from behind which I
am looking through a wintry, cloudless sky,
expecting not to see, but to be seen.
Photons of thought embrace me, pure, pristine,
life-giving, life-sustaining. Hindered by
no distance, time, or negligence on my
part, they pervade and leave me feeling clean.

Although I do not see their Source, which to
observe directly hardly would be wise,
I know Him by His warming presence and
bright brilliance, which is just to say, I stand
within His rays and thoughts. No endless skies
nor tight-shut lids can stop His breaking through.

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T.M. Moore

T. M. Moore is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe  and producer of The InVerse Theology Project. His poetry has appeared in a wide range of journals including The FormalistBooks & Culture, and Windhover. He is the author of more than forty books, including seven books of verse. He and his wife and editor, Susie, make their home in the Champlain Valley of Vermont.

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