Epiphany

Inspired by the view of 'the sublime' adopted by the 19th century romantics.

Beauty is a terrible thing
we beggars don’t know how to hold
We walk into seven seas and
colliding galaxies
thinking we can drink it
and before we know it we
(evaporate)

Lying prostrate
like little puddles
being absorbed by
the ground
and turned to mud
remaining see-through
“Show us You”

So You storm down
in terrible chariots
and overwhelm us

You flow like lava
and sink into our skin
You burn us
You melt us
You turn us to stone
Slamming your scepter
to break us apart
Like statues
�"grey works of art

You weep us
and laugh us
convulse us
and crucify us
You crush us
and slay us.

Then You pulse us
back to life,
in rhythmic redemption.
In strokes of affection,
your Words
affirm us,
and love us,
to life,
and to love,
and to lay us down
in a gentle flow
to awake us and

rest us in peace