the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Please look down momentarily

Around me the sinful creatures try to connect to a Holy God.
Unable to sing, I sulk carried away by the flood of worship.
The poet or prose couldn’t provide the pen for this praise.
Avoiding rocks and rapids threatening my concentration on your face.
Do I dare to look up and blind myself .
Please look down momentarily.

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