‘Oh
let me see your face! I don’t want to go anywhere without your presence, Lord!’
I
do the characteristic- that is, I pause
Reflectively,
I begin to analyze
Dissecting
every word and ruminating on every syllable
Could
she (i.e the singer) have had visual hallucinations?
I
listen again:
‘Take
us into your holy place!’
Where
is that holy place and for God’s sake, has she been there?
Isuspiciously conclude that her visions must
indeed be hallucinations
I
come to me, and faintly remember that less syllabic dissection makes for a
deeper immersion in the music and a calmer state of mind, a
A
more beautifully attained state
For
the more I dissect,
The
greater the amount of beauty in godliness I resect
I
fear that if I go deeper, I just might begin to resect away layers of the most
important ‘variable’-
My
love for God
I
am a Christian!
And
in that interface between scholastic sagery and Christianity where every
manifestation is suspicious to the critical mind and subject to severity in
dissection,
To
every medic who subconsciously tosses out diagnoses in every public setting (at
spinal level)
I
understand-
For
thus, we have been conditioned
But
let us remember once again, to hold on to the moments;
Immersing
ourselves and experiencing them
Without
the scalpel
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