In the room tonight
God is in the room tonight!
the preacher shouts and I believe him
though I can't detect God among the wooden pews.
I'm veiled to conceal the nothingness I am.
The price of selfhood is God's concealment
and our estrangement. God can't be singled out -
He gets lost in the examination, forest for the trees.
This ancient, lifelong intellectual human approach
is an error that must be abandoned at the threshold,
left with our sandals, visiting God intuitively;
credulously, a mote of dust (if that).
He's right here, brothers and sisters,
in the room tonight; to be seen and heard
as well as felt in the heart and along the spine.
O child of God, when will you disentangle yourself
and embrace His holy presence?
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