God Is in the Face

by Michael Shindler (December 2024)

God is in the face of the wilting green
–
Foliage on the hill,
The flitting impressions
Of an hour in evening,
What is, will be, has been,
A thousand successions
Of seasons convening
At a point in-between
–
The torn sky and its twin,
And the way the sun hits
The far side of the hill
And there lends itself to
The marshalled earth until
It fades in sweeping fits
But then escapes from view
–
For the hour’s foot race to a changing scene.

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Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. His new book is Fret Not and is available here. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.

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