Dangerous Theophany
When Gods appear, we dare not look at them.
We turn our heads and eyes. We stare at ground
Or lower gaze and dare not touch a hem
As robes go swirling by. A holy sound
Comes haunting, muffled even. It brings awe.
If Gods have curly hair, it glows like gold
And if a secret deity comes raw
Before us, we must hide our hearts. Gods doled
Out just in words are paltry as a song
Forever left unsung. The music of
The spheres when left unheard does not belong
Here. Gods must pitch to us a hate and love.
..They walk the shore and climb up to the sky.
….Prophetic is the single watching eye.