"Thin Sliced"



Time Unraveled
Empty Space slowly closing in
Good intentions mounted
even tenderly collected
somehow once captured
caught, yet now swept away


In the wake of distraction
I recall Small Glimpses 
of something beautiful
that has indeed passed before my eyes
assurance, wanting,
A second glance demanded
now instinctively required


The Reality of it came and left 
like the flashes of lightning
on a dark, hot summer night
How is this memory impressed in an instant
but now too laborious to recall?


What was it I saw
"pulchritude"
magnificent and grand
One moment there
and in another gone


It left me a gift
I see now in my reflection
Its magical gift, made me something more


I am a better person
I am a reflection of my experience
A witness to its wonder
I See
I Feel 
I Give 
I Shine 


A corner of my soul now filled by something greater than I
It cannot be recreated
But I dare not desire its essence copied
Thaumaturgicaly was the impression seared within my heart
Unequivocally authentic
even if only conceptually tangible


It was miraculous


I now have eyes that can recognize it better