He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. – Psalm 91:1
Face to face, this man God knew
In cherished ways, though known by few
With gaudy epochs long since passed
‘Ere this old man, to God had asked—
“Your face, pure glory, let me see
In ways, hid from humanity.
Bushes burned and seas split wide
Stony water from its side
Such miracles, I’ve seen them all
And none compel my soul to call
Upon this latent God He be
As could a glimpse of glory see.”
Then God, so vicious, yet benign
Chock full in glory, light Divine
Stooped low—He placed this fallen man
Into a rocky cleft to stand.
Just then, his booming thundrous voice
Declared His action and His choice
“By you, my goodness, it shall pass
But never will I, as you asked,
Reveal my face, in unveiled hues
For fallen eyes have no excuse
To see pure glory such as this
For ‘ere they see—Death’s lip’s he’ll kiss.”
Now yonder mountain thundered, shook
As Moses feared to take a look
Of all that he had asked to see
With flinching pain—on bended knee.
God’s backward parts, while looming near
The frail man struck with hopeless fear
But then—his mind and heart held hands
And pieced together age-old strands
Of truth—which fear had long cast out—
How all this glory came about
He wanted more—was not content
With partial views—his heart was meant
To brim in thirsting passion for
His God—His goal to love; adore.
In infant times this dungeon grim
Had fostered jaundiced thoughts of Him
But now His Presence, full and sweet—
Protection from the noxious heat
Became his boon—a secret place
Where acid fears would soon efface
‘Twas here, God’s mighty shadow fell
On glinting eyes that soon would tell
The story brave, to those below
Who wondered how his face did show
A thousand tales—resplendent glee
That he observed on bended knee.
Eons passed—this pleasant pain
In story form is quick to rain
Upon our minds, in surfeit tints
How mortal man may catch a glimpse—
The Secret Place, where those who stay
Provides sweet views of Beauty’s ray.