Tuesday, November 17, 2009
God's Face (poem)
God's Face
So much is unfolding
that must complete its gesture.
Denise Levertov
Still, something is missing.
Even though I have God
in my living room,
I want to feel God's face
against mine,
the brush of oak leaves
against my skin
as I pass by,
the dawn
flooding red
across the morning sky,
the mountain stream
speaking in tongues.
I want God
to enter me
like cloud or breath,
redeem my cells,
to tell me
my secret name.
The great peaks
are hidden in snow,
yet they remain,
luminous, still,
waiting in their frozen beauty
until they blossom once more
in summer's transfiguration.
Dorothy Walters
November 16, 2008
