Ann Keiffer

The Holy Unhidden

Sometimes I look up from my doing
and am—unexpectedly!—
astonished by beauty…
a burst of magenta peonies
in a purple glass vase…
or the rhythm
of lavender mountains
on a misty gray horizon…
or the verdigris of
gray-green lichen
on bare branches…
and I am pulled
into a Presence
so vast, so beautiful,
so consuming
I can only sustain
such communion
for a moment.
I fall away, dazed.
Surely that was the Holy,
revealed in sublime beauty,
a Presence too vibrant,
too heart-bursting,
too magnificent
to contain.
I wish I could go back,
remain.

Ann Keiffer
December, 2018

Image Credit: Digital Collage by Ann Keiffer

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About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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