Art and Poetry are mirrors
to see what you love
She taps words into inklings, urges
mute images to resonate.
The light. The dark. Visible yet ghostlike. Unstoppable beauty. I imagine Jesus gazing upward, drinking in the voice of Almighty, and on bone-lonely nights, calling that voice Abba. Light is something like a story…
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A nose-to-nose encounter with God, would be blinding. Thankfully for now, God is invisible. Yet this too perplexes believers. Seemingly absent, his promised presence becomes, at times, a black hole into which prayers are shouted, a field of gravity so dense one wonders how love embodies the core.