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The following is a poem I wrote a short time after witnessing the Northern Lights while camping with my young children and Sherry in the north regions of Upper Quebec Province. I was returning from the restroom causing me to get the others to come out and observe it with me. Right away, I thought of the Epiphany Season and the glory of God imaged in lights.

 

CRYSTAL EPIPHANIES

And the Glory of the Lord

 

It was Summer’s August moment

far north in Canada’s regions

Near the flowing waters of the Saguenay

easterly from the shores of Lac St.-Jean.

 

Walking beneath tall pine trees

where our camper lay nestled

I gazed upwardly where I was greeted

with a crystal haze of light across the sky.

 

No cities close enough ran through my mind

to cast this laser show of layered beams

Each orchestrated atop and next to another

in polygonal patterns.

 

This was the crystal epiphany of God’s robe

filling the whole atmosphere as a temple

Evoking within me the litany Glory, Glory,

the whole sky if full of Glory.

 

The ascended Lord who had come in glory

sits on the throne of the heavens

Filling the earth with the crystalized edges

of royal robes outlined in laser beams.

 

We are touched by the hem of the cloak

descending from the seat of power

The Spirit’s laser etching the glorious cross

on our baptismal brow.

 

And we too are filled with his glory

creating a sense of awe that the holy one

Who lights up the skies of creation

can so touch us with his gracious Sun.

 

                                         Blessings,

                                                                      Pastor Tim

 


 

 

 

 

  

 

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