A poem for Epiphany about the
revelation that waits behind the scrim of every moment:
Every moment is a revelation
Placed behind the scrim of what one sees.
In every unremarkable sensation,
Poised to dance, some truth awaits a breeze.
How might one then step behind the veil,
Alive in ways one was not meant to live?
None can bear such beauty long, nor fail,
Yet yearning, to revere what grace might give.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Falling
Snow. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI
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