God’s Face

God’s Face

Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 2, 2010

I think I finally get it, God;
that face of Yours,
the scary one —
with bared teeth,
bristling brows
and bulging eyes —
I think I finally see it
for what it is.

After years of horror,
distress, and
dislike —
colored by a sense
of smug

I am no longer afraid;
I will never again
avert my eyes,
cover my mouth,
or cringe
and turn away.

There is, in You,
a fearsome nature
that I’ve often
overlooked and avoided;
the quiet strength
tender compassion
and sweet reassurance
of Your still, small voice.

Your terrible aspect is real:
it is majesty and grandeur,
power and justice,
wisdom and eternity;
the awe-inspiring
Absolutely Real
that appears
in a blinding flash.

It is the Enormity
of all that was, is, and ever shall be
that overwhelms us,
and makes us feel
and vulnerable.

And it is the Truth:
the sometimes painful honesty —
when You tell us
what we don’t want to hear;
when You show us
something we don’t want to see;
when You reveal to us
an ugly, irrefutable, fact.

If only we had
the courage,
the faith,
and the trust
to look upon that scary face of Yours,
O great and terrible God …

we would see
there is nothing to fear;
for it is only a reflection
of the depth
of Your concern for us,
and the lengths
to which You will go
to get our attention.

About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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