Rapture by Daniel Senser


Little crystal-cotton clouds streak the afternoon sky
Dabbing at the pink and orange light of the sun
As it slinks away like an over-cautious cat 
To its lair below the horizon. 
The church spire stretches heroically 
Within the frame of my vision.
Like an earth-bound beggar it notices 
My awe-inspired gaze
And reaches out its cruciform hand
Asking for my praise.
But despite its holy guise, I know the church 
Is bound to earth, and can offer no refuge 
For my far-seeking eyes.
The sky is blue, bluer than the eye of Christ.
Here I stand, enraptured by the beauty
And splendor of God’s creation,
Unafraid of any judgement that might come to pass.

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