Your Presence
I dare not look over my shoulder
to look for Your Presence
as I know You are there
and could not stand to doubt
or be seen looking.
Yet as I come and go
You hover there as
a firefly in my thoughts,
the shade of an oak in summer,
the power of a thunderstorm rolling across the plains.
This feast is for You.
This day, this hour,
this glory ascends to You
in hallowed flame.
David Karchere
November 7th, 2011
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