For Now We See

For now we see through a glass, darkly*

Is it not odd, how God stays hidden—
Yet shows to one washed with pure vision.

Splendor shining through a cosmic veil;
A still small voice in a tempest’s wail . . .

Strange—how He conceals and yet reveals,
Not seen, but felt, whenever we kneel.

Stranger still: we affirm or deny
He is—or is not. I wonder why?

*1 Corinthians 13:12

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