Name, Please by Noah Craig

On the throne—radiant, the only light—

Beheld in blazing hues of emerald

By all those who are surely His delight

Who in their fear fell forward and trembled,

His court of holy priesthood assembled.

But there stood I, the white cloth felt strange on

My skin. The Silhouette before the throne

Kept me safe in Its shadow—were it gone

I would have shriveled into dust of bone,

A lost memory time released—alone.

But God Almighty beckoned. Into sight,

I moved. The angels hushed. My lips went dry.

The Silhouette stepped up, I on His right.

“My sons,” was thundered. Between tears to cry—

this love—my God—I think, “But who am I?”

Noah Craig currently resides in Corvallis, Oregon. He loves to ponder the wonder of both the natural and the spiritual.