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
