The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
God

Still and pious
kneeling before
the throne.

Reclining at table
outside the
temple.

A glance, a gaze
a look
around
to see
if He is
there.

This moment blindness
opens a
deluge from
without
the waters once cast back
now consume
me.





Every quiet thing
now animates;
a marvel to behold,
the stained glass sings
the candles ring
out light upon the gold.

The farthest crevice touches
me
all matter seems His mark
a vestige of the being
beneath even the dark
crevice below my feet.

The materials around me
pull within
my every attention to the surface
in awe of blatant grandeur,
so clear is the
super-reality,
yet something
lies
below
and
beyond
the plane of colored delight.

my spirit
rises, lifting from my skin
as a vapor
and becomes very
still
silent
alone
without.

My ears grow softly
mute, and eyes fade to
color, now greying,
only dim light remains,
fading, dying to
total darkness
neither black, nor white nor grey
remains, and I feel not
even stillness about me,
nor is the taste of
humanity on my tongue
or the scent of my flesh with
me.

I am
in the Presence
of the Almighty,
a blanket of infinite subtlety
a silence that screams a thousand angel cries of Glory
a depth without bottom
and yet I am held
by the outline of a hand
whose arm traces to the ends of the earth.
an intensity of being,
the air my soul breathes
and the lightness which the
weight of my distinctness
mocks.

I want to fade,
yet it is the Lord who
bears my weight for this
moment,
Grace allows a glimpse
of God that blinds
my bloated body, a thousand
times laden by temporal
cares,
I wait for death, for the
groom of my childhood to
beckon me to
his bed of subtlety.
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