The Voice

By Dawn Hitchcock

But we all with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the

same image from glory to glory, even as by the
Spirit of the Lord.”    –  2 Corinthians 3:18


I am in the midst of a thunderclap that renders me obscure.

Brilliant luminescence holds me mute and spellbound.


The glimmering mirror, alive, beckons, “Come and see.”

(It’s a gentle, lilting, melodious voice… Irresistibly
compelling.) I creep toward it.

“Come closer. See?” (As a mother urging her untaught child).

“Bathe in My transparency,” it croons.
(My eyes engage the shimmery form).


“How I enjoy to behold you, basking in My glory!” the voice exclaims. “See our visages converge, becoming one as you behold Me?

“Even darkly, at a distance, My purpose is plain.”

(The voice begins to boom with excitement and gravity).


(Then gently, now, sounding like a father):
“Here is My hand. Watch
your step.”


(A pause… silence… and then)

   “ Aah-Baa!”   

I bleat (uproarious) 

 as I run into Him andam safe.