The surface beneath my cheek is smooth and cool, it is as glass the color of sky and clouds and like everything else, there was an intensity about it. One was given the sense that the very ground itself longed to pull itself closer to the one who sat on the throne above it, yet did not out of respect due it's Maker.
The reflection of the glory of the ONE who sits the throne is on the ground. This reflection is enough and not enough. It is the beauty of a wild landscape; glorious, poignant, personal, but not without some feeling of loss.
Maker, Maker I long for You.
When I try to raise my gaze I dare not go beyond the shadow Your feet cast upon the ground. The spirit within me sings. I do not know the words but they are about daytime and renewal, deliverance and relief.
The weight I was so accustomed to lifting, the fear and pride that clung to my corpse my whole life lifted away. They could not bear Your presence.
There was no time that knew not You and no time that You knew not. I had spent my brief time shrouded in darkness and faced now the face to face meeting of my reconciliation. The day that would never quicken into night.
Your reflection on the ground is golden and white. It shines like a sun though it does not exist so briefly as that celestial being. You said let it be and it was.
All of these things and more came to me. Every shame and perversion, every betrayal and impurity went from me. I am free of them, they are nothing.
The ONE who sought my hand and made it clean, the one who satisfied Your justice and joined us together, is with us now too.
Together, in a room that isn't a room and that can not be contained by walls or roofs. We look. There is so much good here. Joining in with the voice of the Spirit, I sing for joy.
Worthy! Holy! The creator has joined together again with His creation.