by Thursday night

the week has washed over me

in a heavy undertow

and I can’t take even one more

harried conversation

printed word

dirty dish

software crash

unpaid bill

without gasping for air.

Under the surface

I wash grime away

from life’s dim mirror.

There Isaiah’s vision overwhelms:

smoke lifting toward the throne

seraphim singing praise

blazing blinding light.

As the hot coal touches my lips

I praise You from the depths:





mighty to save.


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