Seeing God Poem by Brian Routh

Only my hand was visible from out of the mud of my soul.
Another hand grabbed mine,
Lifted me up and sent me hurtling through space.
I was filled with a tingling joy
That shook the stars out of my head,
And the hooks out of my heart.
I knew what to do.
All the pieces of the puzzle,
The dark ones and the light ones fell into place.
I was in the darkest place in the forest.
Now I am in the clearing with the sunlight blasting me
With it’s golden trumpets.
The birds sing out.
The Kings walk and the Queen’s eyes shine brightly.
My heart is making music.
The tree from which I came from
Is now at my back,
It gives me strength.
The saints spin and God sits upon a throne
And rules the roost.