Thursday, September 27, 2012

LIGHTENING ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP

                               Standing on the thundering alp,

Drenched in heaven's driving tears

With bending knees and tingling scalp

My glasses whining in my ears;

 

He's drawn me to this holy place.

Trembling in His phosphorescence,

I'm wincing from His gleaming face,

Shying from His holy presence.

 

Streamers reaching from my heart

Do not draw the heavens there.

Though I do my trembling part

Heaven draws and meets my prayer.

1 comment:

  1. What a blessing it was to read this David! Thank you and praying for your rest.
    Blessings,
    Cherie

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