Shekinah Glory


Poem
March 31, 2008, 12:23 pm
Filed under: Inspiration, Poetry, Spirituality, writing

When I hunch forward, squinting into the future
I feel the violent tug of yesterday
Attempting to detain me.
Ahead are illusions
Whose faces are distorted by distance.
While trying to divine their nature
I stumble, confused.
When I breathe through my flaring nostrils
The air is sweet with paper whites.
There is incarnation in this moment
Yet often I have poked
In the miscellany of history
Or the delusional hope
Of shimmering crowns.

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Childhood lurks just out of reach.
My manly hands grasp at air, not finding hope.
I bend over to pick up the pen I dropped…
I farted.
I did not laugh.

I look back to find myself.
I am no longer there.
I have left here.
What approaches?

Comment by ryan

Thanks for poetry. I can almost smell the fart from here.

Comment by pastorofdisaster

Thanks for poetry. I can almost smell the fart from here.

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