I dream of Sinai.
Each night, I fantasize that God would reach down
and in
that we would not be alone.
I am driven by my dreams of Sinai
haunted by them.
I believe it possible that
the God I know
would penetrate this world.
Willing God.
Will gathered
Thrust beneath.
Here.
Where we stand trembling.
And if that God were to penetrate below, the angels would gather, in a chorus of song.
And the encounter would birth millennia of worship.
I am haunted by my dreams of Sinai.
I believe them possible.
But were I to imagine the God I know.
And how that God
would enter my world.
Then all that is above
becomes that which is below.
Outside folds inward.
And the mountain dwells inside.
And the climb.
And the climber.
Heat and light.
Sense and sound.
A radiant center
Glowing.
A universe within.
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