Something like the most Beautiful Thing

Something like the most beautiful thing I’ve held
Nae use tryin
Something like gold but more precious, delicate
Powerful
there’s nae use
Tender; as much as I brush it with my fingertips it caresses me back
filling my flesh in its warm embrace
There’s nae point knowing, nae use jist gissin wit you cannae know
Knowing is being engulfed by that which escapes all understanding
It’s the moment – now
I see now, glimpse snap-shots of eternity, incoherently yet gloriously
Jist waiting fer wit? A fool.
Cannae build a hing on wishes
I will see your face.
I will see your face.


....to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple
psalm 27:4