Shekinah Glory

My Last Poem of 2011

Recession pulling back,
tidal in retreat
knows nothing of feelings
nor blood in the vein.
It can only ebb
out of sight,
reminding us of a spot
where we once sighted
the wholly divine.
The more we return
and wonder, squinting
far into the past,
the more we anticipate
an uneasy return.

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