Devotional Poetry

Observation From Ground Zero: A Metaphor

Observation From Ground Zero:
A Metaphor

The intensity of the light
was such
that it penetrated

The back of my skull
to illuminate
my soul.

Turning,
to face its devastating beauty,
I stood open mouthed

as the sand
of truth
poured down my throat.

There was no turning back!
The choice was mine!
I could

either curl up in my foxhole
and hide
in the darkness of superstition.

Or
I could walk
naked across the new fabric of reality

and let
the radiation of faith
transform my being.

Poet's Note: ▶︎

I wrote this in Ilm 253 B.E.