Shekinah Glory


Poem
May 22, 2008, 12:49 pm
Filed under: Inspiration, Poetry, 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
Although 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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