Precipice

Honored in carrying the present
into the past,
I pause here and now.
This revered moment.

I am eternal
in this place before the past
and what is coming.
This moment in time.

Angels hover in encircling wonder
as brush washes across the virgin moment
imagining me.
It is good!

Straining to find direction
frustration groans
before the mistake.
Why?

Becoming this eternal moment
I strive to be no other
than I am.
Shabbat is in the ceasing.

Here I stand alone within myself
awaiting the turn of your heart,
the glance of your soul,
the lilt of your song.

Embrace me.

 

Trinity Sunday
2001

John 1:10
…and the world did not know Him…

 

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Using the vehicle of time, ‘THIS REVERED MOMENT,’ I ask the reader to observe how pregnant a moment is. A moment is eternal in its endless reoccurrences.

 

Observers far beyond what you can see await what will occur in your choice of action: “ANGELS HOVER’. The moment captures our mistakes, in fact, all that we do for praise or shame. In being myself for it is impossible for a moment to be any other than itself. It learns to accept itself, ceasing its striving to be something it cannot be. And in being itself, it waits for the reception the observer will offer to it: this moment of being itself; yourself. The quote from John unscored our ignoring who we are and who others are. In what is the most profound moment of history: we turned aside from the Christ of God.