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By Naomi Stewart. April 10, 2015 - 3:40 pm
So I decided to leave this level,
This human-desperation pod.
I climbed the mountain, reached it’s summit
and looked up to see the face of God.
The air was fresh, the sky was clear,
I could hear the whispers of your voice.
I cherished this moment, held it dear
Knowing You are the better choice.
When nighttime came, I looked up again
I was in a daze–something I’m rarely in.
The stars innumerable, the moon in full,
Not a second of this moment ever dull.
But, I kept this secret safe and sound
and glanced above to see your face.
Then, I’d stop to look around
and be enveloped in your grace.
Then, I found a companion of sorts,
Filled with love and mind like mine,
Who spoke of her inclination, but
said it was a waste of time.
Then, I reassured that I
had thought the same.
So, on that very night, we saw written, Jesus name.
We spewed our thoughts and trilled off
beauty as we stared off into the sky,
Like what if stars were holes to heaven and
shooting stars were accepted lives?
And what if the sky was a blanket
that God uses to tuck us in
And the stars, the holes to heaven, were
a way to still see him?
What if the day was God uncovering
the blanket from our face,
To see his power,
To see his beauty,
His unconditional grace?
We thought of these, my friend and I,
Inside our heavenly pod.
Together we shared an intimate moment,
We saw the face of God.