Dangerous Theophany

When Gods appear, we dare not look at them.

We turn our heads and eyes.  We stare at ground

Or lower gaze and dare not touch a hem

As robes go swirling by.  A holy sound

Comes haunting,  muffled even.  It brings awe.

If Gods have curly hair, it glows like gold

And if a secret deity comes raw

Before us, we must hide our hearts.    Gods doled

Out just in words are paltry as a song

Forever left unsung.  The music of

The spheres when left unheard does not belong

Here.  Gods must pitch to us a hate and love.

..They walk the shore and climb up to the sky.

….Prophetic is the single watching eye.