Revelation can come,
glimpses of clear vision—
St. John’s holy city,
the crystal river,
the tree of life—
brought into intimate moments
as we listen to God.
But if it seems
the “still, small voice”
of Love and Truth
is preceded by
earthquake,
wind,
fire,
it is only to show
that God’s not in them.
The drama is not the show
—God’s show—
or even the first act.
Revelation sits
quietly with us
in morning prayers,
in holy moments
that God sets apart
with joy,
with beauty,
with peace—
holy moments
where God’s child
is seen
as clearly
as God is seen.
Revelation
—an open view of reality—
comes slipping into thought,
continually.
It is Love’s gift
placed gently
in the hand
of one who
is looking at
God.
