And then I heard the rapturous
calling of a God's name
I grew rapt and stilled
waiting for a vision to be
And beneath my vision
So constant-so true
I made a God as mortals do
Tender as so seemed
the tender grace of the God I knew
Through endless time to reach such place
awe to behold the glorious face
Drifting clouds of dusty lace
forever lay across enshrouded face
Where lace thinned out
and soft winds blew
I grew sheltered, stood sky tall
And gazing beneath the lace that hid fair face
revealed to me was no face at all
Intriguing and mysterious. I feel like I am looking through a hazy daze too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Nellie Isabelle. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.