the hem of his garment – January 26


In my mind’s eye I see the

hem of a garment that

flows up out of my sight

to a large man seated

upon a throne.


It is such a childish image,

that I know is not real. Not

the real real. But the image

turns my prayers from vacuous

mentalspeak into something more

real as I stand sit kneel before Him.


The great monarch for whom

the ark of the covenant is

but a footstool centers me.

Icon, window, avenue, for

something more real than

my everyday mind can perceive.

A gift.


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