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.
Author Note: written at an asbury worship service
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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