Awash With Glory
I walked down the hill, asking the Lord,
"What do You wish to show me?"
Worried I'd missed His timing,
Concerned there was somehow now nothing He could reveal
in this gathering gloom--
Then I rounded the bend, and I saw.
The full majesty of an October sunset shone forth,
Advancing from a distant peak as from Mount Zion itself.
The firmament shot through and suffused with holy fire,
The pavement of the dwelling place of the Most High
awash with His glory.
To the left, falling into a quasi-display of the Northern Lights;
To the right, eddying into flawless brushstrokes of pink and lilac.
And with the sight came a surety:
|And then there's this, because everyone should have the chance to see this picture.|