Thin places,
between
here and there,
seen and unseen.
Visible, invisible,
now you see it,
now you don't,
the thin veil.
Thin places,
in the field
shepherds
saw angels.
A glimpse of glory?
An earthy coming?
Holy mingling,
heaven and earth.
Thin places,
around Paul
on the road,
blinded.
Too much glory
for eyes to see,
heaven came,
upon the dirt.
Thin places,
angels hovering
saints praying,
over there.
Just beyond,
out of sight,
still there,
behind the veil.
Blood Pressure. The New Numbers
6 years ago
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