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
(A pause… silence… and then)
I bleat (uproarious)
as I run into Him andam safe.