Out there,
in the middle
of the night,
on the flats
north of some city
in the desert,
I saw him
out of the corner
of my eye
at a speed I dared
not look to see
as I flew upon
my motorcycle
in the middle
of the night.
A burning light,
a flare of light,
a dazzling encounter
with the one true God
whose name I
capitalize from respect.
He spared me.
He let me see
the glory and live.
A hundred miles
per hour, the speed
of my life up to then
and there I came to rest,
dismounted and removed
my helmet in homage
in the middle of the night
in the middle of the desert.
Perhaps He will let me see
Him once again.
Who knows?
Then I’ll kneel
as I should have done.
It all comes
with experience.
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