On Fridays I post poetry from my archive, until I run out.
It is like an epiphany.
One moment there is nothing beyond
Ordinary, earthly, commonplace beauty
To attract me to her. Then,
In a flash of light or insight
Some portion of the glory of the Lord
Descends upon the temple of the Holy Spirit,
Burning into my mind so fiercely the image
That even every memory is tinged
With the radiance
Reflected from the heavenlies.
The arbitrary spiritual theotokos
Becomes as the messenger of the covenant:
Every word bound up in glory,
And she is now one I delight in.
I probably wrote this the spring of my freshman year of college. It was sparked by an experience I had during Epiphany of that year.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work.
Also posted on my wiki.