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Await
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It is a gloomy day
God appears in clouds
And in fire
These were pillars
If the sky had been painted
With clouds
As it is today
Then how could direction
Have been offered?
But they were pillars
They showed the way
For the Israelites
Perhaps the pillars
Moved as
Progress was made
Perhaps they stood still
As if to say,
I’m waiting for you
Your jealous God is waiting for you
With expectation
With transcendence
And with love
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It you had not sinned
We would be together sooner
But knowing who are you
And loving you, all the same
I am waiting for you
Come to me
Come to my mountain
Come to my clouds
And fire
Come to my blue
Come to my laws
Come to my love
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C L Couch
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Exodus 24
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May 8, 2022 at 10:48 pm
The great invitation. I enjoyed this poem.
May 10, 2022 at 10:34 pm
I’m happy you enjoyed it, as I’m enjoying your black-out work.
May 10, 2022 at 8:59 pm
I really love the repetition of “Come” at the end of the poem, it envokes such strong emotion.
May 10, 2022 at 10:35 pm
Thank you. I’m delighted the repetition works this way. (I was hoping.)