An Observation, An Encounter

I saw God - in you

Now, perhaps these eyes are clouded

Cataracts on the precipice

Or, in some sense, I was innately correct from the genesis

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The Angels descended-parting the clouds

They sang hymns and pierced the fabric

In their chorus, I could make no words out

I supposed they were directions and heeds

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I am certain you could make their words out

Explain, with diction and discourse

Stand with your head held high and move about in confidence

Without, a mistrial in sight

Would it be that you were gifted?

Or would it be that you were cursed?

A mixture of questions, soon answered without a word uttered

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I saw God-within in you

A glow that made the skin turn pale

A pigment to form translucence

While everyone moved about

I saw the truth flow from thy mouth

Someday, you will wake

And realize that your worth stands in front

Not, merely a shadow or figment

But a soft glow flickering about