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.
Photo by Em bé khóc nhè on Unsplash
Nothing “can stop His breaking through” … powerful ending!
Love this. So much. Thank you.