Our Father is a Modest Man.
He shows His face – but rare.
His words come as a rustling voice
In scriptures – or through prayer.
He lets Creation speak for Him.
He has the Creatures tell
The stories of His handiwork –
The letters of His spell.
He stands behind apocalypse –
Provides a faithful veil
To guard us from the blinding light
Of Love that cannot fail.
He helps us without recompense
Sufficient for His pains –
Provides us with abundant life –
With sacrificial gains.
His name is Man of Holiness.
His style is reticence.
His arguments are enthymemes –
Concise intelligence.
(2 December 2008, Provo, Utah)
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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what a nice poesy!
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