The Face of God Shine Upon Me

The Face of God Shine Upon Me

When I was young and meek
I would sit and stare into the outer darkness:
Scanning the skyline, watching the moonlight
Shining across eternity,
Waiting to see just for a short while,
No matter how brief,
The face of God shine upon me.

And as I stood and prayed, looking up and away
Into the night sky my father would whisper and say,
Ever so sternly,
“Son, let me help you see,
No matter how briefly,
The face of God shine
As you are seeking.”

And blessed be his soul,
For God only knows
That time and time again
He would try to help me see,
Just for a short while,
The face of God shine upon me.

He would stand near,
Watching,
Like a guardian angel
Protecting one of God’s earthly sons,
Trying to help me see the light
As I knelt down before God:
Hands clasped,
Head bowed,
Thinking that Maybe this time,
Just for a short while,
The face of God will shine on me.

And as my father gazed into my eyes,
Reassuring me with his every breath
That this time, unlike the last,
He would bring me closer
If even only for a short while,
To see the face of God shine upon me.

As my father began to help me see,
He carelessly beat me
Until my blood-filled gaze
Was drenched in unrelenting pain:
Crushing,
Bruising,
Breaking my skin
Over and over and over again.

And in that moment of time,
He would surely try to help me see,
If even only for a short while,
God’s face shine upon me.

And when my breath was barely left,
My life would pass before my eyes;
Ready to fade,
No strength remained,
Drifting from this world
Into the next
With my last breath spent,
The face of God
Had finally
Shined
Upon
Me.

The Face of God Shine Upon Me by K. Saitta
© 2007-2021 Walk In Verse All rights reserved

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