A Glimmer

Now I see a hint, a glimmer dancing behind the words; just a faint image of You hidden behind letters strung together.  You . . . there, waiting  patiently behind my writing; my writing that attempts to mask my pride and my fear.   And yet, even the slightest glimmer of You is utterly radiant, entirely beautiful and absolutely captivating. 

So I pray on, write on, and race on to the day when the hint, the glimmer, the faint image is . . .  my words.  My words, hidden and peeking out from behind The Word; the terrifyingly, beautiful Word. 

“… with unveiled faces, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory…”  (2 Cor. 3:18)

And I pray on until the Image that I behold has become all that I or you see in me.  The glory becomes no longer a reflection but the only Image seen.

To this . . . I race on.