A Sonnet for Fun

Upon the thought of Your eternal love,

I cast my eye unto the heaven’s light.

I see before me brightness from above

that caused me to shudder with the purest fright.

I cannot upon such heavenly mysteries gaze

without assuming a catatonic state.

Is it like Moses’ bush’s firey blaze?

If so, I would be the first to shout and elate!

But perhaps such images are smoke and mirrors

and not Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer, Thee.

In which case I should see and also hear

Thy voice as it spoke to Moses, “I am He.”

Or should I then flee or remain prostrate,

bow my head and upon eternity just wait?

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