All alone and coerced at twilight,
I fixed my gaze on the glorious menagerie
known as the Tennessee eventide.
Implication more beautiful than one can foresee
graced my soul with God's holy imagination.
His fingers brushed the clouds in feathered delight,
as His hands entwined the reds and yellows into a brilliant
pursuit of my dulled and silent mind.
How can I see all He is to me?
How can I reach beyond my sinful humanity
to partake of the consummate realm of His Tennessee creation?
Over and over we are given the sights that are
the tacit perceptions of our God, great and mighty.
Will you open your eyes and encompass His origination?
Or will you look without seeing or know without
perceiving the merciful hand of One so gracious and true?
He is there! Initiate with vigilance your unresponsive
and silent heart! Look beyond what you see to the One
who sees you! He is in the beautiful Tennessee nights.
Copyright © 1994 By Cheryl A. Lavender
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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