Seeing God

Because I knew beauty would be perceived

By the two-lane highway I stopped my car

And the Holy vision that I received

Transcended all those that I had known by far.

Out somewhere in the Nebraska Sandhills,

A century of miles from any town,

Beneath a dark, frozen sky, all star filled,

The rush of wind is the only sound.

In all His splendor out there, I saw God

He was adorned in a black, star-filled cloak.

In His hand was a bright, Milky Way rod.

When something inside me awoke.

Half from the beauty, and half from the cold,

My eyes began to fill up with warm tears.

And through that veil I saw truths of old

And a hope that could aleve all my fears

Right there in the darkness I saw a light.

And in the cold I found something hot.

I groped for my notebook so that I could write

For I’m a writer and that is my lot.

The answers to questions were in the sky

For a philosopher, dreamer, and sage

But the blackness, the light that I saw by

Hid both the pen and the words on the page.

Then I knew all that I had seen

In that moment of transfiguration

That I could never express all I mean

When I returned to civilization.

Now all the things I write upon this sheet

Could never express all that came about

For in this physical light and this heat

What I can write is just a small amount

So while I sit and write with a sigh

That all my vision can never be known

Still my spirit could never deny

The mystical vision that I’ve been shown.

 CC 2000