Beyond the
visceral, beyond the visible, beyond the veil
Behind the
veneer, behind the valance, the moment waits.
The time is
near.
It is brooding, pulsing, breathing heavily,
Anticipating it’s grand entrance.
It enters the stage to little fanfare.
This is the moment’s moment.
It’s voice quivers, then strengthens,
Bolstered by preparation and hope.
Once an afterthought, an unknown, a nobody,
The moment now invites attention.
Judgmental judges judge and critical critics critique,
But the moment doesn’t care.
Despite it’s worthy display, it doesn’t grandstand,
After the final bow, there is no encore.
The moment exits behind the curtain,
Beyond the visceral, beyond the visible, beyond the veil...
Hoping someone has taken notice of it’s presence.
-j.a.g.
Lord, we thank You for every moment and every opportunity. Please give us wisdom to sense when the moment has arrived. You are great, You are God... In Christ's precious name, Amen.
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