Poetry Sunday~ Radiance

Job 18: 5 Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.
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Radiance

A source of light shines on me
rain-droplets on my being.
Something strong and powerful
I share what I am seeing.

The rays fall upon my skin;
caress the intricate line.
Shield my eyes to catch a glimpse
of the radiant love so fine.

Fingertips run across
my arms, my neck, my face,
prickled hairs stand on end
a momentous act of grace.

Standing in a humbled bow
I raise my eyes to see,
my wondrous Lord and Savior
staring right through me.

Melting in His presence
I drink from his beauty.
Never turning away from Him,
His call my earthly duty.

Psalm 13:3  Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;