God wants me to see the glamor,
the brilliance,
the event.
The breaking sun beyond the trees.
Beyond that, is the rest of it;
the ancient tabernacle
that holds the earths, moons,
the great stretch of time between time.
Far and long ago,
moving along its lines,
keeping its pace,
changing, exploding, collapsing, expiring, beginning.
This is Your glorious art.
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